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Steffie Corcoran, Editor
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Woman of Letters
By Steffie Corcoran
December 12, 2014
[Interspersed throughout this blog for your amusement are photos of fun birthday gifts I received yesterday.]
Lord love a duck, yesterday I turned 52. Wow. It’s one of those in-between numbers that communicates so much. For example.
a. If the law of averages applies, most of your life is in the rear-view mirror rather than the open road. You will be shocked to discover that you consider this a good thing.
Yesterday, Karlie gave me this. It’s the Taj Mahal and Rolls Royce of black teas in a delightfully pretty container and sachet.
b. The human body can and will redistribute itself in awe-inspiring, horrific ways.
c. You would like to see your young friend’s idea for a shirt that reads [EXPLETIVE DELETED] Not Given become a reality you can wear. Without shame. In public. With skinny jeans, boots, and a cute little fitted jacket.
Now I can’t steal Nathan’s almonds since he gave me this giant bag.
d. Speaking of shame, it no longer applies to most of the situations you find yourself in, and you realize it probably never did.
e. If you haven’t prioritized your health yet, you will wish you had. See b. for the best-case scenario.
Not just anyone has a scary dashboard Buddha. Thanks to Nathan’s trip to Santa Fe the other weekend, I do!
f. The idea of retirement, no longer an abstraction so distant it’s unworthy of conscious thought, provokes extended three-dimensional fantasies that approach without warning during deadlines when time is running out, a feature hasn’t been started yet, and there are more than a dozen historic photos left to obtain. Or whenever.
g. You understand the phrase, “You can’t take it with you,” at a cellular level, which changes your life in myriad and positive ways and leads you to give more, be more, see more, do more, learn more, love more.
By honoring my sweet tooth, Karlie is doing her part to make sure eventually, I am the size of a three-car garage.
h. You literally don’t have time for that.
i. Displaying subversive bumper stickers on your sport utility vehicle doesn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore.
My friend Melanie knows WRITERS BLOCK IS REAL. And now I can write my hateful feelings about it in this wonderful journal.
j. The awareness will dawn on you that you might not have to do very many of the things you don’t want to do. Hate cooking? Order out. Don’t have time to scour soap scum out of the shower? At least you’re clean. Overcommitted? Skip the holiday party and snuggle with a glass of wine and Netflix.
k. On a regular basis, you see a thought bubble above your head that reads, OH MY GOD THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS I STILL NEED TO SEE.
Lately, I’ve been fixated on rocks and stones as totems, and I carry around a veritable cairn at all times. Luckily, Nathan brought me this gorgeous lapis, which is said to encourage emotional virility, truth, and openness. OMG, I need those! (This is funny to those who know me.)
l. Without warning, you will tear up at something gorgeous, sweet, and/or sad.
m. You appreciate things (poetry, podcasts, quiet novels and films) that slow down the usual ADD pace of your life and the world.
n. Increasingly, you’re reminded that, whether in the form of a neighborhood tree in bloom, an egret flying to the lake, or a cold beer on a hot day, it really is the little things that matter most.
o. Gifts are ways to bring happiness to any occasion.