I’ve been trying to remember what my year as a 28 year old was like, what that birthday was like, what stood out. And the journal from that year – 2000 – is not being helpful, you guys. People could try to read it – myself included – and wonder what kind of code I used to write in parts of it. If only I could say it were that and not my poor penmanship. There is a reason why I favour a less cursive-intensive form of writing: My cursive is not all that great.
But – back to the reflections on the year 2000: This whole sprint down memory lane was sparked by the comment of a friend of mine from work who said she had heard growing up the best day of your life would be the year you turn the same age as the number of your birth day. For her, that was 22. For me, that would have been 28. And as such, I’ve been trying to remember what was my 28th year like? Because if that was my Best Year, I hope it was ah-may-zing.
(An aside: You know who really wouldn’t appreciate the whole “best year” theory? Those with a birth day number of 5 and under. “Well, my best year was the year I was one, but I hardly remember a lick of it. Go figure.” What a time to peak, hey?)
What I’ve found flipping through my journal and reflecting on the memories it has sparked, there were indeed some good things to happen: Jeff and I moved into the house we still reside in today. I was still cleaning houses for a living while starting to wonder if there was something besides that I could be doing. Jeff and I celebrated 6 years of marriage.
I’ve also found, though, there were things I was struggling with and working on that I still struggle with and try to work on today, too – things involving discipline and making changes and doing things better. Not that it bad to still have those things there, not all of them. For I know if I were to look closer, there would be growth, there would be change.
Yet there is so much that is “every day” about that year. No great big thing happened that has caused all after it to be hidden in its shadow, where all before it can be seen as building toward The Moment. I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m on the tired side as I write this, and I know I should go switch a load of laundry and work on some things for NaNoWriMo and man, I want to sleep. Plus I’m not sure it’s the best thing for me to be reflecting heavily on the past – not right now, at least, as I have a tendency to spend too much time there if I’m not careful.
Soooooo yeah. No good place to end this. So I’ll just end it here. :-p