IT'S NOT THE YEARS IN YOUR LIFE THAT COUNT, BUT THE LIFE IN YOUR YEARS.
I suppose it's a good thing that Lincoln felt this way, what with being murdered at 56 and all. And odd that this quote would come up on my random list on the day honoring Martin Luther King, dead at 39. Thirty-nine! He would have been 80 this year.
I worry about not having enough life in my years. You see, I spend a lot of time and energy striving in my work and that can make me alternatively anxious and depressed about how it's going. Then I get anxious that I'm not enjoying my life enough. Then I get depressed that I haven't.
So then I do something to make me feel alive in my life. Today's obsession is the notion that Obama is not actually the first African-American president. Apparently, there are five other presidents who may have had black ancestry: Calvin Coolidge, Warren Harding, Abraham Lincoln, Andrew Jackson and Thomas Jefferson.
Which led me down an internet rabbit hole to explore the supposed hidden homosexuality of two other presidents, as well as Abraham Lincoln.
Which makes me wonder why I care. I know it sounds salacious and unnecessary, but I'm really fascinated with knowing the truth, particularly if it was hidden.
But that makes me worry that I'm wasting my time thinking about whether dead presidents were black or gay. Or both. Because part of having life in my years is my work. And I already wasted enough time this morning when I forgot where I parked and had to wander three different garages until I finally found my car.
So back to work.