halfway through the third ninth

Project 1827 is an effort to get my life together–whatever that might mean!–as a fortieth birthday present to myself. I turn forty on September 3, 2024, and I gave myself five years, beginning September 3, 2019. So follow me on some of my math and set up:

  • 5 years is 1827 days, with two leap days accounted for in 2020 and 2024.
  • 1827 is 261 weeks. Which is… fine, except it’s divisible (with whole number results) by three/nine and twenty-nine. 29 x 9 = 261; 261 x 7 = 1827. So the five years have been broken into ninths, for purposes of evaluation.
  • 29 is a prime number, though! So twenty-nine weeks is broken into three sections of four weeks, one section of five weeks, and three sections of four weeks. I think my math is right–12 + 5 + 12. And, it approximates a month, but also, not. You can see the list of dates and sections and chunks here, if you wish.

So today is Two and A Half Done, I guess–I am halfway through the third ninth, which began October 13, 2020, and concludes on May 3rd, 2021.

The halfway point of Section One was December 13, 2019. The halfway point of Section Two was July 3rd, 2020. I can kind of piece together a few data points for each of these days.

It was the day after a very big, very good gathering of Elders and their spouses at Brightsong, our house here in Wichita. I had a medical appointment where they told me I weighed too much–around 240 pounds–and that day particularly was a Friday, which I took off, because our Saturday would be packed–B. and I had CPR and First Aid training as a requirement for fostering, and we went shopping for the families we adopted from the church’s angel tree.

I was reading Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie, which I loved, and also How to Be Anti-Racist by Dr. Ibram X. Kendi, which was eye-opening and informative. I was in the process of building goals for 2020.

I was on an exercising streak, having begun in May. I hit 375 on the quest to The Thousand Reps the day before the halfway point, and would get to 500 on July 8, 2020. I was also in the groove for spiritual practice, hitting all seven observations of the Hours.

It was a Friday, and my day off, and I was working on a paper for my first Doctor of Ministry class. I finished Eric Atcheson’s On Earth as It is in Heaven: A Faith-Based Toolkit for Economic Justice and read some of The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton. I also took a long walk.

A Friday, too–there’s no way this always happens on Fridays, is there? I re-wrote a sermon and submitted a paper. Our social worker checked in with us that night and had supper with us–I made a ridiculous chocolate cake. I had the same medical test I had at the halfway point of Section One. I placed a grocery order. I worked out on the elliptical for six minutes.

As a general rule–I am healthier today than I was in July, just as I was healthier in July than I was in December. Exercising and watching what I eat are regular parts of my life. I am thrilled to be doing cardio again–yes, even for six minutes, I’ll get better I promise–and I’ve developed a rhythm in my prayer life, social life (yes, even over Zoom) and, of course, our family’s grown.

Here’s to the halfway point of Section Four, August 13, 2021–a Friday. Okay, it’ll always be Fridays, it seems.

it is going to snow

credit: Alain Audet, from here.

I grew up outside of Saint Louis, Missouri, and we had snow in the winter. Maybe not a lot, but some, and I cannot remember a winter without it.

I moved to Texas in 2007, and there were maybe three instances of meaningful snow. (There was also the time TCU cancelled classes for two days because of an eighth of an inch of snow, but that’s not to be discussed on this blog, surely.)

I am now in Kansas. We are expecting five to eight inches. I am very excited because I love snow. I am very excited, too, because it is to happen tonight, the last night of 2020, and into the morning of the first night of 2021.

This is not a blog about New Year’s Resolutions. This is a blog that begins, formally, on the first of January because I have benchmarks and goalposts in this continual work of transformation–I want to work toward something–and I am so very excited to start the new year.

I have recently talked resolutions with a few friends, and none of them do New Year’s Resolutions. To be honest, I don’t officially, either–I take inventory, alter course, and keep aiming for the next right thing. I love calendars and goal tracking–tonight’s my jam, y’all! It’s okay to start over again and again and again, so long as there’s progress. I realize it means it’s not a clean restart–there’s always nuance.

Today is a simple day. I will be taking care of some work matters that must be addressed. I’ll be reading for class in a few weeks, and then making dinner. Tonight, I have no idea what we’re going to do until midnight, because The Kid has decided she’s going to try to stay up. At some point, I will be archiving my orange book and blessing the 2021’s Blue Book. And I am going to watch the snow fall. I am so ready, I hope it does not get blown off course.

Welcome to arthur the lesser, though we begin in earnest tomorrow. Bundle up!