December babies are thinker babies. Maybe it’s because their time of birth coincides with the closing of the year when everyone else has got their heads half turned backwards over their shoulders and looking at the year that just whizzed by.
We’re babies who were born with a uniquely intimate view of the past, but not knowing any better, being born in this position has also afforded us the supreme luxury of blindly looking forward to the future. It’s not that we “live” in the past, it’s just that we’re always in pretty good view it. Some would call that perspective, I call it sheer dumb luck.
Another symptom of the December baby is that their brains seem to be wired with rear view mirrors that show them glimpses of their former self (or selves) whenever they care to look. They have to be careful of how hard they’re looking though, after all, the standard warning always applies, objects may seem larger than they appear.
I’m in full view of the rear view and so far this is what I know I can see:
- My instincts are much sharper than I’ve given them credit and haven’t the least bit to do with being overly critical.
Read: Listen to your instincts.
- Every now and again, I get a feeling like I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, then I remember my friends.
Read: No one else knows what the hell they’re doing either.
- When pressed, some people will do or say anything to absolve themselves of responsibility.
Read: Avoid such people.
- Confessing your propensity towards fallibility is not tantamount to self awareness.
Read: Wolf in sheep’s clothing.
- Words are explosive weapons to have in your arsenal.
Read: Replace your Magnum with an Oxford or Roget.
- To survive life, even enjoy it a little, you must have an insatiable desire to keep moving on.
Read: Tattoo “Resilience” on your forehead backwards so you can see it in the mirror everyday.
- All you can really try to be is “better”.
Read: “Perfect” is relative, but unattainable nonetheless.
- The “quarter century crisis” assumes we live out a “century” and that’s just too high an expectation, even for the most half-glass full of us.
Read: Life’s just too short to be in “crisis” already.
