Month: February 2023
El 14 de febrero
I turned 38 two days ago. (sigh) I’m not a fan of my birthday. I never really cared for it as an adult, especially past 30 years old. It’s just another part of life. I hate when I used to get facebook messages wishing me a happy birthday. The last time some of those people contacted me was my last birthday. Where were you the last 364 days of the year.
My college club knew my birthday because it was a required information. So went along. It feels so forced or contrived. When I receive it. I do say, ” Happy Birthday!” to people when it is their day. I think people like to hear it and feel special. But for me. Don’t bother.
That was my negative part. Here is what I do appreciate from my birthday. I appreciate the messages and calls from my friends and family. When I receive messages from them I really feel like they care. I was able to talk to my friend who lives abroad. I haven’t spoken to her since I visited her over the summer. It felt good to connect and laugh again. That’s something I miss, reminiscing the good times. I don’t get to laugh as much as I would like to.
My friend, Juan, sent me a birthday message. That’s a friend who reaches out but I have been bad at staying connected. In that aspect, I am a hypocrite. I have friends that reach out. But I don’t meet them half way. These connections could be lost, or grow weak. Friendship is a joint effort.
My takeaways. I should be more appreciative of the life I am currently living. I always think about how it could be worse. It can also be better. I can also do better work that I’m doing now.
I didn’t want to go to class tonight. But I glad I did. I had a break down right before class because I spent all afternoon doing a practice test for certification. I finally completed it. Then I forced myself to go. I’m glad I did. I think that little battle that I fought was a small win in the war against my ego.