Friday, November 25, 2011   Today is the day after Thanksgiving,
which means it's the day on which everyone realizes it's almost
the end of the year. The end of the year makes my heart beat
faster because I feel a looming deadline -- of what, I don't
know. The end of the year is another year gone by and have I
done anything? I feel the countdown of what I should have
accomplished, even if I never named a goal. And it doesn't help
that my birthday falls in the last week of the calendar year.
You all get one reckoning; mine is a double.  image via
theaterclouds  My grandfather died when he was 68 and I know
that he was on the young side of average and he had influencing
health circumstances but 34 is halfway to 68 and all this year,
I've been 34. I turn 35 a month from tomorrow and mind you, I'm
not a superstitious person. But I've always been overly curious,
unable to leave a thought alone, compelled to pick it apart like
strands of thread: what if this is the more-than-halfway of my
everything?  All year I th