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.