Being the geek that I am, I’ve been anticipating tomorrow for quite some time. It’s not only Towel Day, but it’s my Towel Day–I’ll be turning 42, which means that it is destined to be the perfect birthday.
Except, of course, it is not. I’m not wandering in Italy this year, I’m not hosting an inspiring fundraiser, and I’m not throwing a party for friends. In fact, I haven’t been feeling well at all lately due to this.
But…
At the same time, I’ve never felt more at peace with my life than I do now. I’m not railing against a rigid religion, or feeling friction from a failing relationship, or worrying about what lies ahead.
Instead…
My days are filled with many pleasures: a satisfying job, many books to read, much time on the ocean, a happy home-life, and friends who like to talk long into the summer evenings. If I could sum things up in just a few words, it would be that I am satisfied. Satisfied with who I am and all that’s happening in my life. In fact, that’s the primary reason I haven’t been blogging much anymore–I don’t have angst and worries and unfinished business. I’m recording many of my simple pleasures on instagram, but find little in my everyday life that warrants blog discussion.
I have enough. I am enough…
I suspect that, for me, that’s why 42 is The Answer to “life, the universe, and everything.” So many things just aren’t necessary on our travels when we know where our towel is. The rest just seems to work out one way or another. Or, perhaps we learn that whatever does happen is answer enough.
