Hear that sound? It’s 40, rapping at the door, ever louder as each day passes. Not long now – the election countdown marks each day until my birthday (what do you mean, the confetti and balloons aren’t for me?).
It’s not a bad sound, really, that knock at the door.
It’s bit of a relief, even, to turn the last few pages of this decade.
I’m ready to write what comes next, and to fill those pages with good things, for all of us. To look around, get my bearings, and figure out where to go from here, without leaving any breadcrumbs to mark my way back. To know that I won’t return to this same place, and to fill my suitcase with only the most important things, with a carry-on bag of the memories that will sustain me.
To pick the biggest dream and to set my sights on it.
To size up obstacles and step over them anyway.
To be in motion.
There are a few dreams I’m chasing these days, and in doing that, I hope my kids will learn that they should run toward every good thing that they want for themselves, too.
Without self-doubt. Free of voices in their heads that would tell them they can’t do it. Free of fear.
When I hear this song, I think of them. It puts a lump in my throat almost every time.