Two more sleep and I'm older, officially. I feel like I'm exactly at the same place I was last year, no further ahead or more on any perceivable path. It's been weighing on me, adding to the barking mad sensation that renovations and being a cube dweller bring.
However.
Fabulous husband gave me the Best Present Ever early, a watch I'm loving more every day. Watch the second hand tick by and then the day and month, sun and moon rising on my wrist and time seems to be moving faster than it has before, with greater force and certainty. There's a staid security to digital watches that encourages placidity, on my part. The funky hippo watch was retrieved from a cereal box four years ago and has appeared in countless wedding photo's ever since, a blur that stays the same. I have stayed the same. This watch instills a greater urgency in me to go and do and conquer. It's pretty, it almost fits and it's kind of a symbolic kick in the keester, which I needed. So patient zero though he may be (I'm patient 1.0) he's good medicine as well. Now I've got to work in his B-Day present.