The 118th Day of the Year

Tomorrow is the 118th  day of the year. Tomorrow also happens to be my nth birthday! I won't tell you my age. But I will tell you that I don't really mind my age since I don't look it. Seriously! I won't tell you my age 'cause it's fun for me when people try to guess my age. 

Last year, I enrolled in the Red Cross Summer Safety Institute. Their summer training included the Water Safety course which required me to swim 64 laps in the swimming pool and at least two (2) kilometers in open sea water! Well, perhaps I took that course partly to prove to myself that I am not so old and rustic after all.

This year, I didn't feel the need to "prove" myself. Well, I did teach learn-to-swim kids ages 2-10 a few times. Does that count?

Or, maybe it's not just a birthday thing. Maybe I'm just a person who really needs physical activities. I know that's how I've always been. So why should that change with "old age?"

I don't really expect anything much for my birthday. Actually, I don't expect anything at all. I just want to spend it peacefully. Uneventfully. As quietly as possible. Not necessarily meaningfully even. I'm contented already to have received greetings from my family and friends. Well, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't be happier still to be greeted by certain people. But that's not something I think about and dwell on. Que sera, sera.

As I become another year older, I notice that I'm thinking more sensibly; acting less irrationally; becoming a more responsible citizen of the church and of the state as well; and, becoming cuter still. (Hah. I just had to add that one! . . .I'm not beautiful. I'm not even pretty. But, I am certain that I am indeed cute! Hahahaha.)

So. . . HAPPY BIRTHDAY to M.E.!

God knows what's best for me. He knows my own peculiar needs. I won't ruin my birthday or any day after that worrying about eternally inconsequential things. "His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me."

Phew! I Can (almost) Breathe Now!

About halfway through the past trimester, I said I was getting burned out. That was for real. In fact, I got so burned out, I finally decided to quit my job of 4.5 years. (Well, that wasn't the actual reason why I resigned, but I suppose that was a very minor part of it. . . .Let's just reserve this discussion for another time.)

I am awfully relieved that all my classes are now officially over, even if I think I blew my final exam in Fin. Man (under Prof. Atty. Bisquera). I tell you, that was the hardest (ever) multiple choice exam I ever took in my entire life! The fact that the answers were supposed to form a phrase didn't help much. I only have one more term paper due for my class under Prof. Guy Concepcion. That one's still due May 4 so I can breathe a little now.

I gave myself some time off this week–I've kind of slacked off a bit even if I still have so many things to do, and yes, with so little time. I guess I need the break. I may not exactly deserve it. I just know I need it. 

I guess I could literally say this today: THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!

The Sabbath (sundown of Friday until sundown of Saturday) is always a day I look forward to. It's the only day of the week that I could allow myself to "rest" without feeling sooooooo guilty for doing so. (If you haven't already tried keeping the Sabbath as God said it should be kept,  you should give it a try sometime soon. Seriously, it does more for my body, spirit, and mind than anything else.)

I guess I should start preparing for the Sabbath right about now. . . . 

Au revoir!