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Today has been a learning experience.

By revolutionaire.
I've realized:
  • cheese cake can be had for breakfast from time to time.
  • even when your c0-workers have been in foul moods, let it be. They might be fouly mooded because they were up all night trying to make you a red velvet cake from scratch.
  • there are few unexpected experiences in life. When a good one comes around (like a perfect stranger wishing you happy birthday before anyone you actually know), embrace it.
    ---- "Hey Alison! Sounds like today is a special day for you! We don't know each other (yet) but I sincerely hope that all your projects come true, that you’re very happy, that you may celebrate many, many birthdays! Happy birthday from Morocco " I received this on my wall on my penpaling site (interpals.net), from a young guy named Naoufal.
  • being involved with programs like Postcrossing and Interpals is more like being a member of a really large, but close family. You make relationships you'd never know if not for the site, you create bonds, write letters, and even get birthday wishes from friends you haven't met yet.
  • no matter which way the cleaning lady puts the toilet paper on the dispenser, I can still use it.
  • even the least selfish of people would still like to be lavishly smothered in a varying array of affections on special occasions. It's just nice to be reminded that someone loves you.
  • rainy day activities like long, luxurious showers and napping in a house with a tin roof eventually grow fewer. cherish the ones you have.
  • no where does it say that celebrating your life has to be done on the day of your birth. Throw a "we're grateful to be alive" party. And have all the attendees write down why -- and really put thought into it.

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Joe Costa said…
had no idea it was your birthday, but happy belated nonetheless.
January 29, 2009 at 3:23 PM
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