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A few more hours and that would be that.  I would undeniably be 40.

The past week has been extremely distressing. Not only because of the impending doom that I see which is my birthday, but also because I have been pushing my body too much to act like it still is in its twenties. The weekend before was Dinagyang weekend and I was so into the spirit.  Four nights and 3 days of partying and activities left me a wreck.  Physically, that is.

I’ve been thinking that even if I did not look forward to turning 40, still the big day should be a cause for celebration.  But after last weekend, I just didn’t have the energy.  I think I now have what they call adult-onset asthma, though I would still have to confirm this with an MD next week.  I’m taking anti-bacterials again because I ate talaba last Tuesday and I think I’m coming down with a cold.  What a way to commemorate my 40th year.

But after much thought, I decided I would celebrate my 40th.  Not tomorrow and not in a grand way.  But I certainly will.  Probably a month from now to give myself more time to digest the fact that there is no elixir for eternal youth. It’s just so freaky when so many things happen all at the same time and they don’t generally go in harmony with your idea of how things should happen and how they should be. 

If they say the 40s is now the new 30s, then that thought is a little comforting.  I’m still allowed to keep my age below par ha-ha!  I’m sure that would help a lot in easing my anxieties.  I’ve always said, anyway, that I’ve stopped counting when I turned 30.  It’s one way of evading the issue.

So, here’s to me, to new beginnings, to another chapter of my life.  I wish myself the power to accept things to be and wisdom to put them into good use, an existence that is more meaningful and the patience to understand the whys of life. And more importantly, I wish myself a life that is full of life.  Cheers and happy birthday to me!