That's why they call it murder and not mukduk

I recently printed out a visual representation of the rest of my life in little bubbles. These bubbles represent the remaining weeks and months I have in this lifetime, or at least until 90, as well as the the number of weeks and months I have been alive. It also helps me to appreciate the time as it is elapsing, being a visual creature, seeing the time passing in this way is very helpful for me.

Which is why, instead of spending $67 (not including an exorbitant amount for shipping), on a year long calendar that has all 12 months on one page at the same time, I attempted to create my own (though it didn't turn out great, and I might end up buying the real deal next year). Or maybe, I figure out how to create it in Canva next year or something.

This blog and my daily entries have also been helpful in reflecting daily and reminding myself of each day passing, each event I am looking forward to and how it actually was.

There was a man who drove into a Christmas Market in Germany who killed several people and injured hundreds. A few weeks later, another man drove into the French Quarter in New Orleans and also killed with his pick up truck.

Life is precious. It is short and can be cut down at any time, suddenly. So this year, I am endeavoring to remember this truth, for it to provide perspective for me when I am feeling upset, angry, or entitled.