Two weeks ago, I celebrated my birthday. Funny, I don’t feel any different from my previous age or the ages prior. I said it to my friend, who said back, “It’ll be different when you’re thirty.”
I still can’t believe I’m a year away from that, considering that I’m not really conscious about my age like some people are.
My new boss said that “Thirty is the new twenty.” Frankly, I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean. I think it means something like, thirty is when you should start getting serious with your life, while when you’re at your twenties, you’re still allowed to go gallivanting or something.
Anyway, I’ve got one year to be footloose and fancy-free, so to speak. However, I do think I ought to use that year to really get my life in order. Then again, do I want to get it in order for me, or I want it to be in order based on other people’s standards? Ah, such are the questions of life.
My birthday week was nothing out of the ordinary. I didn’t really do anything outside of my usual work-home routine. However, I couldn’t help feeling really good about a lot of things that week. Maybe it had something to do with how the planets are aligned or something (another friend mentioned that it was a good week for that), or maybe one does just feel a little bit better on their birthdays.
That week, I got a new boss. I also got into a really intense conversation with an old friend I haven’t seen in a long time (if it weren’t complicated, that conversation would be taken further but I believe in karma, so I backed off). Generally, I think I was such a nice person that week, and I felt that nothing could go wrong.
Saturday, I got together with my family for a belated birthday celebration. It was the first time that I organized it. My tita and I did all the marketing and the grocery. I didn’t get to cook much because my uncle had everything under control, so I was more or less the sous chef of the entire thing.
The party (though I really wouldn’t call it that) was great. The food was plentiful, the company was, as usual, awesome. One of my tita’s (mom’s older sister, also my ninang) showed us her pictures of their visit to Egypt. She then gave us her pasalubongs and my gift (which was already an extra since she gave me my Neil Gaiman books last March).
*still waiting for Miel to develop her pictures*
So here’s to another year. I’m very grateful that I’ve gotten this far. Maybe it’s not what I envisioned for myself when I was younger but I can’t complain really. I have my wonderful family, really amazing friends, I have a good job, I’m healthy (even though my lifestyle isn’t so much) and best of all, I’m not stupid. Ignorant and naive sometimes, but not stupid.
Thank you for all the blessings, the gifts, the greetings and the love. 🙂
P.S. I finally got to finish a bottle of San Mig Light. I never liked alcohol, but this was consumed thanks to the help of ice, orange slices and Krispy Kreme. 😛