One-Hundred
Wherein Our Heroine
Pauses at a Milestone to Enjoy the View.
Today is my one-hundredth
essay.
Almost one hundred days
of, "What the heck do I write about?" ("Almost" because some days I actually
have an idea before I sit down). One hundred days of setting fingers to keypad
and coming up with... well, whatever I come up with (flippancy, humor, rage,
introspection, even the occasional "I don't know what to say, therefore I'm
saying it at length").
Humans
like their milestones in nice, round numbers. Birthdays ending in zero are
considered watershed events. Centennials are celebrated by villages, cities,
and countries. But those markers are not necessarily particularly significant
in their own right. What tends to be more interesting is what is contained in
between those zero-ending anniversaries.
So, the zero-anniversary is
arbitrary; but, it does give us a built-in pause control. We designate these
moments not as auspicious or momentous in their own right, but as times to stop
and look back at the auspicious and momentous events. We can congratulate
ourselves that we made it this far, and we can look forward and dream about the
next steps.
As such, onward to
200. See you there.
Posted: Wednesday - June 23, 2004 at 08:14 AM
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