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The 28th Day- August...Belated...Again!

This should have been the last 28th day post before I made 29. Well, today, I make 29.

I failed to post it on the right day, again :( My apologies, friends. I think, if there is one thing that committing to uploading a post on the 28th day of each month, has taught me, it is that I am human and prone to being unreliable and therefore must cut kith and kin some slack when they 'fail' to live up to my expectations, their commitments or both.

So, let's say that is the first lesson I have learned the past year: I am not superwoman :) I fail and sometimes, my friends and family fail too and it is okay.

Secondly: God is Faithful. Unchanging. Always on Time. Good. Forgiving. All-Knowing. I could go on. Yet, I find it is not how many laudable words I choose to use to describe Him that matters but the conscious and deliberate steps I take to live my life in such a way that it is clear that I honour Him and He is indeed all these things that I claim.

Thirdly: The race is not the swift, nor the battle to the strong...time and chance happen to us all. This is Scripture; from the Bible to be specific :) I am learning to take my time with life, things don't always have to happen exactly when I want them to and just because I am working so hard doesn't mean I am owed a favourable result, sometimes Phelps does not win the swimming tournament, man-fish though he may be :)

Fourthly: There are a few good (read, perfect) men, yes. But, there are lots of good enough men. I have found that my attitude is what needed some tweeking- of course, along with a fair amount of soul searching to decide for certain what exactly I am looking for in a man. Once I made these adjustments in my head and heart, I am beginning to feel kinda spoilt for choice :) The options are too many! :)

Trying to follow my own advice & have fun;
Vivienne, Lynn & Winnie
Fifthly: Health is Wealth. Sentiments about cliches aside, this is truth and I must commit to keeping my health in check. Eating right. Exercising often. Sleeping enough. Strengthening my faith...This is my primary responsibility this side of heaven and when I fail here, it is, without a doubt, the beginning of failure in other areas of my life.

Lastly: I have learned that I am responsible for my own happiness- not in an 'island in the stream' kind of way which would mean that I am persuaded that I do not need anyone, but in the sense that everyday, as I face life with its problems large and small, I have a choice to make; to grumble and sulk or to be happy despite.

Now that I am 29, I cannot wait to be 30 :)...Everyday is a gift! Woohoo! :)

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