Patty Mayeux Blog

Say I live to be one hundred. 36,525 days, counting leap years. Pittance! Especially considering the (mumble mumble) years behind me. No regretting wasted days and wasted nights. Joy resides in the diversions along the path toward a lifelong dream. Those “offroad” experiences deepen the value of my days and expand my perception of the finitude. Say yes to opportunities, especially those that float your boat. After a long drum rehearsal on Saturday, I drove one hour to watch my grandson’s high school jazz band compete in a festival. Of course I did. My support of him was rewarded many times with an infusion of good, live music. My day expanded well beyond the finite 1,440 minutes. On Sunday the Joy of Djembe Drumming Ensemble performed at the Houston Kite Festival, first on stage and then on the grounds, playing for and with kids of all ages, happy smiles everywhere. Yes, please. The 48 finite hours of this past weekend have been filled to the brim with meaning and memories. Adding art and music (playing and listening) expands my time in a beautiful way. May your own numbered days swell with joy as you sprinkle in your version of delight.