Written retrospectively for the 2018 archive.

The birthday entry for thirty-five asks where the day goes when I say I’m busy. I still find that a useful question at the end of a year. I can remember the jobs I finished and forget the things that made a day feel like my own.

A walk and a phone call don’t sound like much on a calendar. They can be the part of the day I’m happiest I made time for. I’d like to pay attention to that when I’m deciding what can wait and what’s worth doing while I have the chance.