February flies away each day with a hurry that can breathtaking at times. Each day a new lesson for me to learn. First from Zyan, followed by work and then loved ones. Its hard to believe that we are in the 3rd week of February, and March looms. 2024 hurtles towards yet another new year. There was. a time, it all seemed to drag, yet just morning I wished for time to slow down as I wanted Zyan play with his toyrs or walk gingerly toward me and leaping into my arms. Its a joy that’s hard to describe. The mixed emotions of gratitude, joy, sorrow, and sheer exuberance.
A part of me feels that these moments will be hard to come by later on, and there is a temptation to brood in that until his lilting laughter brings me back to the present. Here. Now. Even halfway through the month feels like a bunch of days that came out to teach me things. To remind me that its okay to be comfortable doing uncomfortable things. To learn from clients and their matters, and from my loved ones.
There will never be a time that I will stop learning, and that’s as it should be. The old me would have hated that. At 52, I still feel like I am only half way done. I dont want to be okay with just being okay. I want more mornings with Zyan, more learnings from clients, most listening to my spouse and being the best version of a partner that I can be. And I am just half way done. Which is as it should be.