Happy Birthday to Me :)

I've just celebrated my birthday. Yes. Another one. How old am I? Well, just let me put it to you this way. I dare not put exact amount of candles representing my age on my birthday cake, because I wouldn't want to trigger the smoke alarm when I blow all of them out, of course if I manage to do that without running out of breath.

When a woman passes the four zero, there are incidences that happens to her body that she cannot be sure of. For instance, if someone compliments, "You look hot tonight", or if she bumps into a cute guy, she will not be able to make out whether she's blushing and palpitating in response to the compliment and the man, or whether she is just experiencing peri menopausal symptoms.

I'm suppose to feel sorry for myself yaddaaa yaddaa, I feel indifferent. My problem is that I don't feel I'm aging, until someone reminds me that I am. Come to think of it, if given a chance to go back to being young again, I'll politely decline. I kinda like myself now. Not that I don't like myself yesterday. It's like, I kinda have gotten my head together, even at the expense of the body falling apart...okay, everyone's heard of that one, but it's true. I like having my head together. Don't you?

I was told from young to include longevity of life as part of my prayers. I never really did bother praying for that. I figured, since God is All Knowing, He probably would have given me the perfect exit time, after I've played my role in this world. Who am I to decide when I should go. After all, it's not about longevity, but about having a good meaningful life. What is the point of living all the way to 100 years when you lead a meaningless life?

Is my life meaningful? Yes, and it will become more meaningful in the near future. It's a working progress.

So here's to me...Happy Birthday "me"....I love "me" :)
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