32
Today I turn 32.
In previous years it used to be a blast, a milestone, a noteworthy event of celebratory proportions. Case in point here. And here.
But today, I feel blissfully unexcited. In fact, if I had it my way, i’ll be spending today pretty much like any other day – albeit more relaxed and with a lot space for geeking out.
Is this mindset a product of age? Is it the fact that at 32, i’m now officially outside the 31 days of the calendar zone? Have I made peace with the simple everyday-ness of life, and decided that my birthday will pretty much be in tune?
It’s actually the contrary.
It sounds bullshit-corny but it’s God’s-honest-truth – every day I live now feels special.
I wake up every day literally excited at (pretty much) everything I do — everything i’m into now is by my own choice. And when you get to choose, why not choose your passions? If you ask me, that’s hard-earned freedom at work right there – simply because I’m pursuing my life’s work 
I work with the most awesome people in the world. Absolutely, positively, no doubt about it. In fact, calling it “working with” might not be that accurate. They’re more like partners-in-purpose, going for a common mission. And lest you think these are serious missionaries, quite the contrary. They’re downright crazy-fun.
I spend a lot of time on my intellectual hobbies and passions. Now the spectrum of this is embarassingly wide. But that’s pretty-much a wide-open playground I’m in.
I get to have a lot of quality time with family and loved ones. Okay, especially loved one. Who can argue with that?
How do I even begin to describe a situation wherein the lines between work, play, life, and meaning have all but happily blurred?
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Today’s my birthday, and it should be special. But why should it be when every day already is?
Maybe I’ll try to make it just a wee-bit extra-special then.
Hmmmmmhh. Maybe I’ll drop by Wham! later and have an extremely unhealthy meal :p
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