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Nostradamus would be turning 505 years old...

On the 14th of December - had he drank from the fountain of youth, that is...

I've always kind of been a bit thrilled that I share my birthday with that crazy old prophet... I'm sure that is why I decided NOT to be born on my EDD - November 22nd (though sharing a birthday with George Eliot wouldn't have been the end of the world, either)...

So, as I'm turning 37, I look back and wonder how I measure up to my own expectations of myself, at this point in my life...

Hmmmm, I've been married for 10 years - always wanted to "be married", ever since I was very little. Thought that was something pretty special, it meant I was loved and cherished (at least in my ideal world, it did)... So far, that is living up to my expectation - so that a PLUS...

I have four fantastic kids. I mean, they're REALLY FANTASTIC!!! Gosh, but Dave and I can't believe we managed to make such handsome little boys (yk, being that we're not exactly oil paintings ourselves)... But not only are they lookers, they're all extremely bright and gregarious and people seem to really like them! They're such individuals too, we have an artistic type who draws and writes and muses on the world; a sporty type, who is also very sensitive to the feelings of people around him; a little diplomat, who is charming and reasonable and rational beyond his years; and a VERY CUTE baby, who is yet to reveal himself but already we know he's very special! The boys would have to rate as four big PLUSES...

I have achieve a great level of education - ok, as with the other things, this is very subjective and does not mean (at all) that I feel this is something everyone needs, it's just something that was important to me (I feel the need to categorically state that because I know that lording "education" over people is a sore point for many people... For a woman who, as a girl, wasn't expected to finish highschool - and let's face it, I didn't actually finish highschool, I just made up for not finishing it later - to have a Masters degree and be working (ever so slowly) on a second is a fantabulous achievement (and I believe that alone gives me the right to use a made up word like fantabulous!)... Another plus...

I've lived on different continents, in different countries and cultures and experienced different ways of thinking about and viewing the world - I have my parents to thank for this one, of course... Plus!

I've learned how to make friends, and keep friends (this only took the first three decades of my life, I was a s....l....o....w learner on that score)... Plus!

Stepping in from the "big picture" a bit... I'm debt free, I wasn't a year ago, and that was playing on my mind, but as I turn 37, I've achieved this year's goal of being debt free and starting to actually SAVE some money... Ok, I'm not exactly sure what I'm saving for just yet, but I'll figure that out as I go along...

Generally speaking, I feel like I'm a very good place in my life atm. There are things I'm still working on (achieving that first big publishing goal, getting to and maintaining a healthy weight range, rofl, finding a visual art I can excel at!), but without things to strive for, what is life?

So, I'm no Nostradamus, but hey, I'm doing ok for someone who has lived 37 years (especially considering I was pronounced dead three times while being born, rofl)...

Yay me!

Comments

Spiralmumma said…
Happy birthday! Nostrildamus hey (spelling error deliberate lol))Cool person to share a birthday with :)
Amanda O. said…
Sounds like a pretty good place to be! Happy birthday! I reckon that's why you chose that day to be born too. LOL Much more interesting and colourful than me... the most famous person born on my bday was Edison. ;p

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