I suppose I owe that to my “glass is half full” nature.
I’m in that phase where years pass at warp speed – at times it feels like I’m just hanging on by my fingernails… But I’m not so different from a lot of PEZ –Readers – especially those of us in the trenches of our prime earning years, raising young families, getting some rides in… you know the stuff.
Most days feel like being I’m buried somewhere in the bunch, ‘a bloc’ and 53×12 from dawn till dusk, to be repeated weekly Monday to Friday, with intensity spikes added on the weekends when the nanny’s away.
But even as I spend each day fighting to stay out of the gutter, it makes me more conscious of looking for the things that really matter, so I don’t wake up in 2 or 5 or 20 years and wonder where the hell the years went…
Losing sight of the good things is a dangerous thing.
So where’s the balance? A lot of it for me comes from just trying to take notice of the small moments that run together and become a day in my life. And let’s face it, life is just a series of small moments strung together, but here are three that make my life pretty good…
1. I try to start each day with a good 20 minute stretch. My body at 47 years just ain’t as supple as it once was, and when my nightly rigor mortis sets in, this is one way I seize the day.
My stretching ritual usually coincides with my 4 year old daughter Alessa’s wake-up ritual of morning cartoons, which nicely works as a little father-daughter time. There’s one stretch I do – the “child’s pose” – and my butt kinda sticks up in the air… This never fails to inspire my daughter to come over and snap the waistband of my sweats, usually accompanied by a slightly Muttley-esque snicker (a la Wacky Racers).
2. My parents are staying with us for Christmas, which among other things means cocktails promptly at 5:00 o’clock. It’s not that the hour doesn’t signal the same thing most days at Chez Pez, but there’s something even more soothing when pouring my preferred winter libation of a smooth singlemalt (neat, rocks side please) is shared with the people who created me.
3. Working with the guys on the PEZ-Crew has also led to a bunch of new friendships with guys I’d otherwise never have the chance to meet. We all live in different places on the planet, and I’m lucky if I see a couple of ‘em in a year, but that’s about how often I see my old friends who still live in the same city. The internet is our new office water cooler, and without question, a boisterous round of group email never fails to bring on some good yuks as we all take the piss out of each other with ‘witty’ use of the keyboard.
One thing I’ve learned is that as long as I can get out of bed in good health each day, everything else will be fine. Okay – hard work and some smart decisions are kinda important too – but it’s like anything – you’re not gonna win if you don’t show up. And that’s half the battle right there.
And if I’m not here to get out of bed each day, I’ll lose any chance of enjoying those little moments that make each day worth getting out of bed for.
So here’s wishing all you readers, and of course the PEZ-Crew – a healthy, safe and prosperous 2010.
- Richard Pestes-
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