another day…
… another year older.
I’m now in my mid-30s and I’ve only worked six years of full time employment. I’ve had more years of education and training than your average person. I’ve lived in four countries on three continents. I speak six different languages and am in the process of learning a seventh. I’ve travelled widely and have analysed my life to great depths but yet, I’m still not sure if I know what I want or where I am going. Although I think I have recently discovered a path that will take me down at least the next ten years in life, I’m still battling with many karmic struggles, not least of which is the question of major life-choices amidst a wide palette of options.
If at all there was a purpose in life, I think it is to work through our karmic struggles. I think mine are to learn “acceptance” and resist the urge to continuously “upgrade” and want for more. Related to this is the struggle to decide and choose among many of life’s options and to commit myself - wholeheartedly, consistently and continously -Â to a path once chosen.
Today, on my birthday, I’ve introduced yet another angst-ridden question into my life: do I commit myself to a man who is ridden with traits and “features” that are less than desirable, although he does have many traits that are good and much welcome, or do I throw in the towel and look for the “next best thing”, not knowing whether the “next best thing” exists out there or whether it will ever be the “last best thing” in my quest for ever more…
Posted on March 28th, 2006 by jl
Filed under: Life!
My thoughts, for what they’re worth, are to only commit when you think you can do so wholeheartedly for the foreseeable future…
…and, according to my records, you’re still in your EARLY thirties. Mid-thirties is 35 to 38 and 39 is late-thirties
I think 40s goes “early forties” until 45, then it’s “forty-something”?
Many Happy Returns!
Hey Jikon,
Re: your last post. Well done! Mind you, maintaining a good physique is a lifelong commitment; it’s a huge waste to let everything go to waste after you’ve spent all those long painful hours/days/weeks/months/years in the gym.
Australians, as I discovered when I was studying in Melbourne, are terribly, terribly muscle-conscious. Luckily there are not so many body fascists here in London.
Re: this post. Happy Birthday! And if you’re not happy with a guy for whatever reason, no matter how trivial, then you’re not happy. No point lah dear.
Happy belated birthday, Jikon.
Only time will tell us so, said Karen Carpenter.
In the meantime, we can only try to balance both the negative and positive checklists.
I say enjoy life and the men as they come… Heck, when you’re an old aunty, you’ll want some stories to tell to your nephews and nieces. Or at least the neighbourhood kids. No?
Happy birthday you gym bunny!
Happy birthday Jikon darling
MUAH@!
happy birthday, jikon dearie! many happy returns of the day.
and man, you look goood!
JL: Happy Belated Birthday. Will drop you an email. Sorry to have not visited for so long.