I have mixed feelings on my birthday this year.
And it's not between being sad or happy.
It was between being indifferent or just plain... well... bored.
So I am 31. My priorities changed over the last year. Professionally I transitioned to another position, a position I never thought I am going to be in.
I have always thought that you could never really find out what you are capable of doing unless you are thrown in a situation whereby you will have to live up to what your position expects you to do.
That was what happened to me. I was thrown, and I am surviving.
Despite working more than 50 hours a week, I gain a strange kind of satisfaction from work. Work is the only thing that makes sense to me right now, even though people's behavior sometimes throws me back a few yards.
Working, I don't have the time to think about anything else. It puts me in an objective state. I am not emotional and I put my aloofness to good use.
At 31, I discovered there's a lot of other things that deserve my attention. Strangely, although sometimes I would be thinking about a lot of relationship shouldas, couldas and wouldas, I managed to shift my attention to something else, like my health, concentrating on my work out schedule so I will achieve the 'Nike Mannequin' body.
I want to be hot and I want to be satisfied thinking that this (my body) is all me.
Also, I received lots of well wishes on my FB page. This however makes me feel bad.
I am bad at remembering people's birthday, I even had difficulties remembering my parent's birthday.
I am that hopeless, yes.
So... my first mini birthday resolution I am going to make is to remember other people's birthdays. I need to pin it up on a calendar or something.
So... Last thursday I turned 31, a better person than the person who started this blog in 2007 (Wait has it been that long???)