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As August 30th approached I did not know exactly what to make of it. The day arrived and I turned forty. What a number. I am glad to reach the age in good health. After those major issues in my 20s and 30s,Ā  I see my life turn around finally and for that I am most thankful. With the present circumstances I am in I will have to spread the celebrations. I don’t mind. I actually like it. And for this week I am grateful for all that transpired on Tuesday:

Greetings from friends who were not with me physically, were busy with their own lives, but greeted me anyway. I did not realize how strict my privacy settings on FB were until a friend told me that writing on my wall was restricted. During my birthday I found out who cared enough to send messages or who were thoughtful enough to find ways to reach me.

A former student told me, “you were my idol.” I was speechless and felt shy thinking I didn’t want to be a teacher in the first place. The compliment hasn’t changed my mind about leaving the teaching profession first chance I get but I’ll take it as motivation to do my best in whatever I get myself into in the future .

Food. Due to work and time constraints eating had to be done in different places. So breakfast in the office, Vietnamese cuisine for lunch in a nearby sports club,Ā  dessert at a pretty patisserie next door and dinner at a posh coffee shop. I bought a new top along the way and wore it before proceeding to a five-star hotel pub for cocktails and live music. It was fun.

Gifts. I would have chosen purple… šŸ™‚ I loved choosing and buying these birthday souvenirs.

Hair. Me time in the saloon was soothing.

Plans. Wilfred Peterson describes the celebration I intend to do today and onwards – “A man practices the art of adventure when he breaks the chain of routine and renews his life through reading new books, making new friends, taking up new hobbies and adopting new viewpoints.”

~Living to tell the Story~