make 2007 the Best Year of My Life

In the weeks remaining, I will instead list 43 things that made this a good year.

I found myself commenting this evening, apropos of nothing, that this year has been the best of my life thus far. I tried to remember another year in which I could have said that…I was at childhood when I stopped.

The nice thing, though, is that I realize what has made this year good isn’t necessarily a change in my circumstances so much as a change in me. Which means that every year I’m alive stands a shot at being the best year of my life. How cool is that?

I haven’t quite decided how to feel about my birthday. Which is unfortunate, considering it’s a day away. I guess I’m ok with the idea of reaching further into the 30s…I just feel like I should be more something by now.

But no matter. The schedule thus far calls for fun and frivolity from Friday through Sunday morning (at least), and I will do my best to ignore all the shoe-gazing and just enjoy the ride.

As I was driving earlier, I started thinking randomly about the past. What struck me most was how many bad memories came up – I had to really reach to come up with a good one. And that’s not just the past few years…no matter how far back I went, the memories were more bad than good. (I’m not counting childhood in this.)

So my goal for this year, what will make it the best year of my life, is to make mostly good memories. (I’d like to say all good memories, but that’s not very realistic.)