Five Hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred moments so dear. How do you measure a year?
In daylights, in sunset, in midnights, in cups of coffee; in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife? How do you measure a year in the life? How about love, seasons of love? It’s time now to sing out though the story never ends. Let’s celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends. (this from the play RENT)
So much about fall makes me think of change. I spend this weekend looking back as much as looking forward. Thanksgiving weekend makes me think about what I am thankful for, all the big moments and the tender beautiful little moments, family, friends, good health and a life that keeps surprising me. I think about what I want to make of all the 525,600 minutes to come………
What makes a year for you? What are you thankful for this weekend?
I developed a nasty abscess on my chin. It is painful and rather terrible looking (people stare or try not to ).
I am grateful it only happens once a year or so and I am thankful for the reminder to be grateful for what you have everyday, because tomorrow you never know what you’ll wake up to.
I like your question, what makes a year. I really have to ponder that one.
Good food for thought Nancy!