Turning 23

I think I like the number 23...
I mean, I didn't have much of an averse reaction to it compared to the other years when you hear it. 22, 24, 25 and up...

Yesterday, I turned 23.
(Yeah, a belated Happy Birthday to me. )
And it didn't feel wrong.
In fact, it felt, quite stable, and strong, and on the ground.

I spent my birthday going to work, going to school, and dinner with my family.
I didn't get to spend it with many friends because it was a weeknight and it felt weird to celebrate early on.
I do appreciate the greetings though.

Thank you to the people who didn't forget. :)
Thank you for my new teammates who ordered the much-publicized "Pansit Motel" for my birthday. It really tasted good. And the cheesecakes of course. :)
Thank you to Chris, Aiza and Momi Hope for remembering.
and to all those who remembered a day after, Thanks :)

I would have to admit, I anticipated being 23 with a lot of expectations,
Just as last year, not all were met.
But, it's alright. It was a humbling experience actually.

Today, a lot of people have come up to me and asked how my birthday went.
If I kept count, I'd already run out of fingers.
And if I told you guys, it went OK, it really went ok.

Not Rock Your World, but Ok.. and I am satisfied.

As grounded and as humbling being 23 can be.