post b-day post

My b-day was last Wednesday. I've been thinking of something poignant to write since I've turned 32. S just asked me if I've gotten to the point in my life where I don't think birthdays are a big deal. I said No.

Birthdays are still a big deal to me. I do not loathe them like my mother does. She always runs and hides in her room on her birthday and won't speak to anyone. It's kinda like a deathday for her- like she's counting the one year closer to dying. Silly. Maybe I should sing her the birthday dirge next year.

Granted, 32 is not as big as 30 was. But I still want some . . . some . . . kind of celebration. What did I do on my bday? I went out and bought tiramisu and Italian cookies and brought them home coz S was sick. Oh, and S took me out to lunch and sang "Happy Birthday" in the hallway outside my classroom so my classmates could hear. A few of them wished me a happy one after that. That was too cute of him, really.

So, what wisdom do I have to impart on being 32? I really don't know. I feel like so much of my life is still to come. I am glad to be on what I believe is my true path. I'm glad that I'm studying what I want to and am on my way to being an Oriental Medical Doctor.

I love where I live. I'm so glad to be back in a real city again. Besides being pretty broke (side effect of being a student, as I remember from the last time), I'm doing ok. Life is pretty good.

What I want to change is being a constant worrier; kick my OCD; be calmer (which is relative because I was wound up A LOT tighter about 10 years ago).

I might add to this later. Overall, I can see where my future is going and I like it. I caught a glimpse of the future during my last saturn return (28) and now I'm in it and going further.

sleep calls now. Sleep is very important.