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Dear Year Thirty-Three…


“All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.” – George Harrison

Dear Year Thirty-Three,

I have a few requests, thoughts and ideas for you based on the previous thirty-two years of my life.

Request #1: I like all the time we have spent together. I really do. However, I would prefer it if we could just slow down and relax together. Take a breather. Have a chat and some coffee. Be comfortable with silence. Breathe.

Request #2: Being on the “other” side of thirty, I would like it if the gray hair at my temples, the pre-wrinkles around my eyes and the increasing inability to stay up past midnight could be viewed as signs of growth and not aging. I think that’s more on my shoulders than yours, though.

Request #3: Thirty-three is considered a Master Number in Numerology. How about this year we focus on growing toward some of the aspects of the number (compassion, courage and healing) and begin to let go of some of the more banal aspects of life. Again…pretty sure this one is on me.

I know that we take a lot out of each other and it can be draining, so I wanted to give you a few kudos for what you have brought into my life.

Thank You #1: Thank you for simply allowing me to be. I realize that’s more of a thank you to my parents for conceiving me, but still…thanks. Even with the heartaches and headaches of life, I still believe that the world is a marvelous place full of beauty and love. I hope that I will always look at life that way.

Thank You #2: Thank you for bringing hundreds of wonderful people into my life. Some I knew only for a short time while others I have known literally since birth. Everyone has brought something to me, whether it was happiness, sorrow or a combination of the two. I have had conversations that have expanded my way of thinking. I have made memories that will never cease to make me laugh and smile. I have gained and I have lost a fair number of people but I wouldn’t consider my life to be authentic without having a little darkness to balance the light.

Thank You #3: Thank you for never letting me feel “settled”. Thank you for always keeping my mind moving onto something new and different. Thank you for introducing change into my life as a way to keep my roots from getting so deep that I am incapable of movement — even if for a short time some of that momentum seems to take me backward. Thank you for showing me how to let go of things that have served me well but are no longer necessary for the expansion of my consciousness and my potential.

I anticipate the following year and plan to do great and marvelous things on your behalf. I hope that you look at the time that you have given me and overlook my shortcomings, failures and missteps.  These are not setbacks. They are just fuel for the next 33 years.

Sincerely and Respectfully,


P.S. Herb Alpert’s “Rise” was the number one song on my birthday back in 1979. This must have been where I got my love of music because I have always thought this song was awesome (and not just because The Notorious B.I.G. sampled it).

Desiderata (Desired Things)


Desiderata (Desired Things)

Max Ehrmann – 1927

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,

… and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;

and listen to others,

even the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,

they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,

you may become vain and bitter;

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs;

for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

many persons strive for high ideals;

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.

Especially, do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love;

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment

it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,

gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,

be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,

no less than the trees and the stars;

you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you,

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,

whatever you conceive Him to be,

and whatever your labors and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.



So it’s not like I have any complaints. Considering the tornado-induced devastation across several southern states, me and mine fared pretty well. No power for six days is pretty light compared to losing friends, family, pets, jobs, homes and vehicles.

With the help of our friends and neighbors, we ended up creating a pretty fantastic setup, complete with two propane grills, yard games, a fire pit, cooler upon cooler of food, battery-driven music and even (gasp) glow sticks.

Cold showers were not preferred, but weren’t that bad, either. If you turn on your Jedi mind and tense all of your muscles, you can pretty much take a full shower (and shave) with no problem. After that, grab a chair and sit in the sun sipping a beer while watching a game of ladder ball.

After about two days, I had gotten used to it and actually preferred the slowed pace of life. With no A/C, we were forced to raise the windows. We woke with the birds and the sun and by 9 or 10 PM we were ready to hit the hay (except for the first couple of nights where we couldn’t tear ourselves away from a game of glow-in-the-dark bags (or corn hole, for us southerners). I was also introduced to spider hunting. Let me tell you, the old addage of never being 3 feet away from a spider is pretty spot-on. Our yard was covered…literally.

By day 5 I was considering succeeding from society altogether and forming my own little commune. I liked the way I had acclimated to nature. I enjoy the outdoors, but don’t generally spend 15+ hours a day sitting outside. Somehow, this power outage had reset my brain. I felt more creative and more alive.

I preferred sidewalk chalk drawing to staring a hole in the TV. I reacquainted myself with the art of clover flower jewelry making. I painted my nails…twice. I played board games and card games and silly “Would You Rather” games. There were always people around to talk with and our conversations were always funny and engaging. I learned more about my friends than I had known before and realized that my life is pretty darn good. Who needs expensive things, fancy cars and diamond rings? Isn’t that a song lyric?

When the power came back on, I was actually disappointed. My extended yard vacation was over…back to creature comforts and eventually being sucked back into the world.  Back to fighting traffic, back to dependence on my cell phone and my laptop, back to flip flip flipping through the channels, back to boring life that humans have created all around them by shielding themselves from the great outdoors.

Lucky for me, our little commune has decided to get together once a month and have a “Power-Out Party” (except this time, we won’t have to wonder what that rotting smell is coming from the fridge).

As for me, today I plan to go home (with my laptop and music) and sit in the back yard until the sun goes down. I’m excited already!

Arcade Fire – “Power Out”