spending minutes
I've given about ten minutes worth of thought to how I would like to spend these last few moments of my twenty-ninth year. I thought it would be nice to:
- Reflect on the last nine years, and figure out one important thing I learned each year (you know... the kind of important you can actually recall and articulate in a few minutes);
- Get another stanza of Prufrock under my belt (I have 44 lines left to go);
- Curl up next to my wonderful husband and sleep off a deep post-game weariness that I seem unable to shake.
Year 20: If I had a legacy, it would not be me. It would just be a legacy. In all probability, I would have very little control over what it was, and what it would mean, and to whom.
Year 21: Working in fashion retail is kind of like indentured servitude. Also, a 30% discount doesn't make something "so cheap it may as well be free."
Year 22: Sometimes, everything someone can be just isn't enough. Sometimes, love just goes away.
Year 23: There are some things that you just need to get out of your system. One way or another, they will have out.
Year 24: The death of someone you truly love can fundamentally change who you are. It can make you understand how very long forever is, and how much love you have that you might not have known about.
Year 25: You are given a space to fill... only so wide and so deep. It's daunting figuring out how best to fill it, especially since you don't know its dimensions.
Year 26: Everyone should try living in the city.
Year 27: When you meet the right person, you really do just know.
Year 28: Weddings are a total racket, and where your old world and new world meet can be a very scary place.
Year 29: It's important to feel down in your bones that time isn't waiting around for you, but it's totally okay to give yourself an extra week or so to memorize 44 lines. It's even okay not to get another stanza in before you go to sleep.
Obviously there's more... so much more... but a gal at thirty's door needs to get her beauty rest.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep... tired... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me."
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