If decades can be named, then this one has definitely been the Decade of Exhaustion. The one prior was the Decade of Growth. The one before that was the Decade of Creativity. The one before that, the one that ushered in my existence on the planet and took me into double digits, was the Decade of Innocence.
I’m still in the Decade of Exhaustion, but there is the promise of a new decade, one in which I am not fumbling and stumbling blindly through my daily existence. I should qualify all this by stating that I chose this decade, exhaustion and all, and that I would not un-choose it, not for any amount of leisurely dinners with friends, spur-of-the-moment shopping trips, or four-hour naps. Still, I’m ready for a new decade. My arms are full of all that I have learned, and am still learning, during my Decade of Exhaustion. The bundle still feels a bit cumbersome at times, but I know that soon enough, it will feel like a gift.
I wonder what my new decade will be named. I’m tempted to name it myself — prophetically? arrogantly? — but I know that it needs to take on its own identity. It will likely be years before I find out its name. Whatever it is, I love it already.