Today I turn 41 years old. This seems to be a popular time for birthdays. Two friends here in Thailand share my birthday, two other friends have birthdays the day before, and a dozen other friends have birthdays within plus or minus a week. Perhaps St. Valentine’s Day provides a good explanation for this mini-bubble of mid-November Scorpios. That’s speculation, though, and beside the point.
To give you a brief update, life is going quite well. Yesterday, as part of a habit I would like to create, I visited the doctor for an annual physical. By chance, I was seen by Dr. Nina, an Indian-born doctor whom I had seen a few years ago for a suspected case of Dengue Fever (which, thankfully, it was not). I’m glad I reconnected with her as she has a wonderful manner and I will make it a point to have her as my regular physician.
In any case, the general conclusion is that I am fine, health-wise. My cholesterol, which had dropped from about 260 three years ago to only 165 a year ago, has since climbed back to about 250. We’ll have to monitor this and see if some diet and exercise changes can bring it back under control. Other than that, a clean bill of health. If I can lose a few kilograms over the next year, we’ll all be happier at next year’s check-up, too!
Celebration-wise, I don’t think Tawn and I will do that much to celebrate. We had a large sausage making, cooking and eating dinner this past weekend with some friends (see “lose a few kilograms,” above), so that was probably enough hoopla to celebrate. Instead, a quiet evening at home with Tawn should be celebration enough.
From a general happiness standpoint, I realize that despite the few gripes and frustrations that arise in life, I have very little about which to be unhappy and a very large amount to be thankful for. Yesterday, in what I interpret to be a nice bit of serendipity, a university friend of mine posted a quote from poet Gunilla Norris that I think should be my birthday prayer:
“Guard me against the arrogance of privilege,
against the indulgence of feeling that I don’t have enough,
and the poverty of spirit that refuses to acknowledge what is daily given to me.”
Beautiful and timely, isn’t it? When I think of all the wonderful people, experiences, and opportunities I have had thus far in my life, I can’t help but be grateful to everyone and everything that has played a role.