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."