Many of us live in chunks or increments of 30 days. We pay the rent/mortgage, the car payment and utilities and then breathe a sigh of relief for another 30 days.
We did it. We have a place to live, transportation and electricity/running water/heat for another month. If we manage to have 12 successful chunks in a row, we have had a good year. A year of a roof over our head and hopefully food and power. So many others do not make that 12 month mark.
But it all starts with a single 30 day chunk. Followed by another…and another…
Thus we live our lives.
But to what end? When our 30 day chunks and successful years ar finished, what then? When we no longer need the roof over our head, the car to drive, the power and the food– what then?
This post is being reflected upon on the first of the month, a time when many of us are starting our 30 day chunks all over again. The Reset button has been pressed once more.
It is also being pondered upon while many are celebrating Labor Day–a time that recognizes the hard work of those who work all year to achieve those 30 day chunks. Happenstance? Probably not. Or maybe. Other deeper, darker thoughts have been taking up space in my mind this past week. Thoughts as to the passage of time, ironically timed with the satisfied feeling of having both the rent and truck payment taken care of yesterday–for another 30 days.
So the cycle is complete.