I was born 64 years ago, August 23. I was 3 pounds, 9 ounces. That I survived is a delight in itself.

Finding delights throughout my 64th year

When I read the description of Ross Gay‘s The Book of Delights, I wanted to do something similar, write a delight every day for a year beginning and ending on my birthday (August 23). While I will never reach his level of writing, I am hoping to find what he did as described in the preface:

“It didn’t take me long to learn that the discipline or practice of writing these essays occasioned a kind of delight radar. Or maybe it was more like the development of a delight muscle. Something that implies that the more you study delight, the more delight there is to study”

Ross Gay, The Book of Delights

Typically, at the end of the day, I look back and think of the bad things that happened, what I did wrong, the bad things I thought about myself. This kind of thinking needs to change. I’m sixty-four, for gods sake. If I don’t find delights soon, I never will.