Don’t you wish you could experience that elusive moment when you cross the threshold between awake and asleep? Have you tried and tried, as I have, and it sneaks by you every time? It feels like magic. Why can’t we be conscious of that daily moment? If you allow for 100 extra naps (probably way low…), I’ve made that crossing 21,900 times (60 years of days). You’d think I could have caught the flash of transition at least once. But I guess it’s like the concept of infinity, or those mathematical proofs where you can get closer and closer to an exact number, but you’ll never actually reach it. Kind of maddening.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 267: 112 words, TOTAL = 45,300; 14,700 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.