“I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.”
Last March 15 is my 38th birthday! A time for reflection.
So another year has gone by, I’ve got a couple of new wrinkles, few more kilos and a little more wisdom. I guess I don’t have much to complain about, at 38 I’m really in the best shape of my life, and my next 2-year plan is in the works.
I’ve been officially divorced for quite sometime now, and that’s been kind of a mixed bag. There are times; I love the freedom being able to go wherever / whenever I please. But the nagging feeling that its time for me to tell my mother the truth that my marriage is a failure is starting to eat me. With my new relationship….I plan on getting it right this time, even it means I need to make some sacrifices.
A few observations from the past year:
• Be happy with who you are, don’t try to become something you’re not. And never let someone change you to fit their will.
• Look for the best in people. (I’ve started to take heart in the belief that at their core most of us are fundamentally good)
• Never settle with less than your best. (Actions speak louder than words, and more than anything that’s what people will remember about you.)
• Be good to who you’re with, never let a day go by without saying you love them. You never know when it will be the last time you get to say so.
• Measure twice, cut once. (Whether that be in the literal sense, or more importantly in what you say. Think twice before you say it, words cut far deeper than a knife.)
So here’s to another year, may it be better than my 37th …