Today I love being sixty years old and knowing full well that I deserve this life I have now. I love that it took me sixty years to get into my sixty-first year of life and that was a lot of work. I love that I am proud of myself for getting here, not proud of everything I’ve done, but happily proud of most of it. I love that I got to spend some time with some of the people I admire yesterday, and that they got to spend some time together as well. I love that I am the kind of guy that people find it easy to tease to my face, I’d hate to miss out on that kind of fun. I love that I’m fairly sure I give back as good as I get in return for that, only fair to return the favor, and completely out of love so it’s all good. I love that I survived all-you-can-eat sushi yesterday and I really could not have eaten any more than I did. I love that I have had sixty birthdays now, and sixty one if you count the day I was born (and I don’t know why I shouldn’t) and though I don’t remember each and every one of them, I know I’d remember bad ones if there had been any and I don’t remember a single one.
Today I love grinding on the Netflix over their silly interface that keeps showing me things I don’t care to watch long after I streamed the five minutes of the thing that helped me decide that I couldn’t really be bothered. I love how easy it is to decide to watch something these days, I love remembering when I was a kid and the schedule of our life semi revolved around the schedule of the one TV channel we received in Kemble. I love those old memories and the way my life is. I love that I’ve recently discovered a little corner of guilt in my life that has to do with having had a happy life and knowing that others haven’t been as fortunate in that regard, because I don’t intend to waste any more time feeling guilty about things I have no control over and my past happiness most certainly falls into that category.
Today I love potato leek soup. I love mixing the different Cheerio’s flavors together. I love borrowing movies from the library, there is something vintage and yet still so convenient about that. I love that I consider the library my offsite book repository and I know that it will endure. I love how many lifetimes and how many stories I have managed to squeeze into my lifetime already. I love realizing that my life isn’t over yet and wondering how many more lifetimes will I be able to read about before I’m done? I love that books can contain a clip of just a few days or an entire lifetime on an entirely different world.
Today I love drinking coffee while I contemplate the days and lives and worlds that will soon be sorted onto our new bookshelves.