Today is my Birthday. I was born on this day in 1961. For the past year when people have asked me my age, I have often replied (just for fun, because that’s the way I am), “44, like the gun.”
So this year, I go from revolver, to automatic. I’m 45 years old.
Man, is it weird.
The timing of this date has a lot to due with why these last 5 weeks of the year, from Thanksgiving, to New Years, represent, what I call, “The Golden Hour.”
This year, there are 38 day in the Golden Hour. Today, which is just about over, is day 27 of 38. Minute 43.
Seventeen minutes left.
Seventeen minutes to correct the mistakes, finish the unfinished, evaluate commitments and progress, set goals for the new year, and plan for the future.
Seventeen minutes left and I’m 45.
Brian, you better get your butt in gear.
And people wonder why I’m sometimes depressed this time of year.
It’s not really depression, but rather, cognitive thought, and self evaluation, which I think is healthily to a degree. It certainly also, is disappointment, for what I have not achieved this year.
But, tomorrow I begin again, and I try harder. I reevaluate and insure my goals are realistic.
This is the Golden Hour.
It begins, with Thanks.
Then, age, for both Marcia and I.
Then, appreciation, giving, hope, remembrance.
And finally, the end, which is also the beginning.
This is the Golden Hour, minute 43.
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