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Something to say

I find it quite difficult to write or blog with any consistency. So when the WordPress AI prompted me to be reminded once a week I checked “ok.” And today is one week since my last post. I have no idea what I’ll write about until I start writing. Ideas pop into my head periodically throughout the day, maybe they’re reminders that I should stop whatever it is I’m doing and write.

Lately it’s been mortality. I’m guessing that’s just what happens when you arrive at a certain point in time, somewhere around age 65 or so. I suspect it’s all part of this thing called “the aging process.” Most of us can’t know when the process will reach its end, only when it begins – at birth. I guess I understand the process for the most part, it’s actually pretty simple: the process of living. It’s the end of my aging process that is very mysterious. A mystery that cannot be known until my process is over, or starts again.

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A letter to 7

The assignment: “Writing 101: To Whom it May Concern. Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What jumps out at you? Start there, and try a twist: write in the form of a letter.” The nearest book was “The Adobe Photoshop Lightroom 4 book for digital photographers” by Scott Kelby. What “jumped out” at me on page 29 was the number 7. Here’s where it led… 

 

7

Dear 7,

I’ve been wanting to engage with you for so long, not once or twice, not three times, “not seven times, but seventy-seven times.” And now I see that I don’t have much time left. But I know you’ve got plenty of time and have an endless supply, you’ll be around forever.

Maybe it’s supposed to work out just like it has for the last 58 years and I’ve not been aware of it. Maybe you’ve kept yourself out of reach from me for a reason.

I can’t say for sure when I’ll leave, but I know it’ll probably be sooner than later. You’ve seen millions go before me 7, many of those left without your help, I don’t want to go before getting a little help. I don’t need much and you probably wouldn’t even notice a dent in your supply.

7, my plea to you is heartfelt. I won’t be writing to you again. I know you probably have more important things to tend to besides reading letters from folks like me. But if you can find the time to give me just a little before I have to check out, it will sure make for a wonderful ending.

Thanks,

TC