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.