From here to there and all that's in between.
Tomorrow's my birthday. 12th of Ocotber, 1971. Mum called me today to check up on my health and reminded me that I was born about 3 in the morning.
In Spain, it's the national holiday, so there's a holiday on my birthday every year. Last year we went to Sardinia.
My birthday is a reminder that I was born into this world. Consciousness resides within me. And it's up to me to decide what to do with that.
After these weeks of sickness, I feel as though I've been cocooned within the walls of my apartment. And when I emerge, it will be with delicate wings of a new life.
I will be a woman of 40. And willingly or not, it does make a difference to me. I find myself feeling stronger and more determined not to lose my way with 'soft addictions'. I feel my priorities have been stripped down to their bare minimum and these, I can handle.
I feel prepared to start this new phase in my life. Once I stop coughing that is.