Janice is my colleague at work. Tall, exotic, intelligent, witty, articulate, she's drop-dead gorgeous! She can be a model. Teasingly, (I think), she said she wanted to be one and I asked her why she hadn't applied to agencies. She quipped, "Aren't you supposed to be discovered?"
(Hmm, I also wanted to be a model. Right... and I thought that the only reason why I haven't been discovered was because I haven't applied. Oh, well...)
A true fashionista, Janice is one woman who knows how to enjoy life! Exuding poise and confidence, she flows unaffected. She's just herself - the very embodiment of beauty!
Yesterday, I decided to open a new account, a memorial fund, at another bank in memory of my late brother, Jesse. July is his birthday and this year marks his 10th year death anniversary. Jesse was the family banker, and one day while visiting here, we passed by the bank and he asked if I had an account there. I didn't have any and he said I should open one.
I've been postponing it for years, waiting for the right time, right day, an extraordinary, significant, meaningful day, a very special occasion. Everything had to be PERFECT. Yeah, right!
Well, finally, I did it. And doing it made me realize that any day was the right day. No special occasion, just an ordinary-mundane-nothing perfect-nothing exciting-blah day. No horns blowing from the heavens. No announcements, no ads on billboards. Simply, I was ready.
First of all, I took a day off. I told my boss I didn't want to have a boss on my birthday. She laughed. I was going downtown to shop but I did my TM program first, about 10 a.m. and then fell into a deep sleep till almost 2 p.m. (Whoa! my body surely needed that!)It was too late to go downtown as I had a 4 o'clock appointment with my hairdresser, so I thought I'd go to the gym. But I was fussing around the house and before I knew it, it was too late to go to the gym. So I went to Starbucks instead, hung around, read from Howard Schultz' (the founder of Starbucks) book, ONWARD, till it was time for my hair. I told my hairdresser it was my birthday. Putting me under the dryer for about 20 minutes, she whispered, "Birthday dreams!" (I like that!)
I accomplished nothing that I wanted to do on my bithday, but I did what my body and soul needed - beauty rest, beauty treat and little extra things I did to make my day special. First, when I was at Starbucks, I asked a young guy seating on a sofa if someone was sitting on the other side. He completely ignored me. Or perhaps, he was too focused on his computer that he didn't hear me. I took the other seat. Later, he spilled his drink and I completely ignored him... then I decided to help him clean up his mess. Just thought I'd do something good on my birthday. And while I was sitting, I saw a homeless guy right outside the door standing and begging. I don't normally give to beggars/homeless,(read my post, Awakening!, 2/8/10), but watching him while I was enjoying my drink somehow didn't feel right to me. If I didn't see him while I was eating, that's different. Anyway, I decided to give him a few bucks so he could treat himself on my birthday. I also tipped my hairdresser more than usual so she could enjoy herself. I just wanted to feel extra good on my birthday by giving! Later I went to church for a little spiritual connection.
Norman treated me to a fancy Asian restaurant down the hill and a fancy dessert up the hill!
The following day, back at work, I decided to treat my colleagues for dinner. I didn't want to tell them it was my birthday but at the spur of the moment, I thought of giving something back as everybody has been so nice to me. So we had a take-out dinner from a Thai restaurant. On our next break, they called me to the lounge, and to my surprise, there was a birthday cake for me! God, I can never thank them enough! How can I? Everyone's so good to me!
Tofu sausage omelette with sweet peas and green onions and a touch of lemon, multi-grain waffles and sweet maple, with bananas, cherries and cherry plums, and hot chocolate for brunch - homemade... by me! The rare times that I cook!
Papa's birthday! I was on blog till the wee hours of the morning, already my dad's birthday, and I forgot all about it till Norman reminded me today and Joel's - same birthday!
On another note, did I hear the news today that we're celebrating "Workaholic Day" for the first time?? And that it's should be celebrated like we do Father's Day, Mother's Day, Secretary's Day, etc.?? I always thought that being a workaholic meant overworking, thus, unhealthy, not good. But I heard comments today from some workaholics themselves that hit me enough to motivate me, to understand where they are coming from and, yes, to celebrate the day! For them, being workaholic help them reach their goals, fulfill their dreams, and that is good! However, I believe in rest and activity. Balance is the key to life. Discipline is what's important in anything we do - a gentle discipline, too! It's what inspires me!
To that, I will celebrate Workaholic Day! To the workaholics, stopwhatever you're doing right now and simply celebrate!Take a break! It's the only one you've got!