In college I was told never to write an “alarm clock opening.” This technique, I was told, is often used in unimaginative beginnings; the protagonist waking up in the morning to start his day and the story.
So why do you care?
Because I’m about to tell you an “alarm clock opening.” Every day I wake up, and after hitting snooze a few times I get up, make coffee, take care of my dogs, and I get to work. I spend my days working (for a great company), in the evening I spend time on my hobbies and with my family. Before I know it, nearly a year has gone by.
Every day I wake up something remarkable has happened. I have grown one day older.
And what is equally remarkable; every other person on the planet has grown one day older with me.
When you are young, it seems, there is this ubiquitous idea that you really don’t start aging until you hit middle age or until you start collecting Social Security.
When I look back at the last year I shudder at the mistakes I’ve made, cherish the fond memories, take pride in my accomplishments and look forward to the year to come. By viewing life in terms of this “alarm clock opening” I am incapable of seeing my growth.
Only by cherishing my legacy in the making can I see that I am an elder in the making.