The Earth-Toned Pill

My incessant trolling through Wikipedia recently led me to stumble on the entry for the term Annus mirabilis, which I had no prior knowledge of in relation to Albert Einstein.

The term itsself means something like wonderful year or miracle year, and is now widely associated with 1905; On that year, Albert Einstein published four articles now widely referred to as the Annus Mirabilis papers, which basically laid out the foundation for modern physics.

Yeah...

So this got me thinking... When was my annus miribalis? Have I even had one yet?

Certainly, the year where I got married was big. So too was the year I graduated high school and went into the army. I have nearly 31 years worth of events, some of which are huge. Bet when I really think about it, nothing comes close to making me call a year of my life a miracle or wonderful year. My years seem to be collections of good, bad and otherwise all rolled into one. And my artistic side likes to remind me that I haven't really even created anything I would consider a definitive or personally representative work of art that defines me as a distinctly unique human being and artist.

I know we each make our lives what they are, and so for me it's definitely a case of me not having created my own Annus mirabilis yet, the thing (or things) which for me will make it a truly wonderful year and leave my mark for future people to remember.

Ultimately, the historian and artist in me both clamor for recognition and identity, especially the kind that stands when I'm long gone and forgotten by family long since passed away that knew me.

I guess I need to get to work.