The coolest thing about 41 is that it’s a prime number. The coolest thing about turning 41 was that I had a good weekend with a great overlap of the sacred and the ordinary (Holy Week and a good weekend) with people from so many parts of life (from texts, Facebook, phone calls, cards, and presence).
It’s also one step closer to 42. Blame it on my middle-school introduction to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, but 42 is a number of some significance. And because of that, I’m quite looking forward to it.
Which doesn’t mean that I plan on giving 41 short shrift. By no means. If this past week has been any indication, there are a number of things to think about, ideas to wrap my mind around, things to do, over the next twelve months. And life, as always, happens.
Over the last year, I’ve been trying to post at least one thing per day. It started right before Christmas 2015. Sure, the thoughts are rarely deep: lots of comics and TV reviews and movie trailers. But I can’t help but think that putting something out there is important. I want to try, in this year-long stretch to 42, to get a little more personal again, be a little more thoughtful. Granted, my job requires no small amount of abstraction and distance, so I don’t find sharing the quotidian all that easy. I’m always a leery of sharing opinion. But I do want to try. So hopefully you’ll see more than just four-color funnies over the coming weeks.
Here’s a recent classic Peanuts strip from Charles Schulz:
Like so many other things, golf can be a kind of metaphor (particularly when a beagle is playing a round). A par 5 isn’t an easy shot. Sometimes it’s so difficult you can’t even reach it in 42. I’d like to think it’s possible, though. 42, I think, is a good goal to have.
(image from gocomics.com)