It is, once again and thankfully, that time of the year and of my life.
I get to celebrate the first gift from God--being.
And for the sixteenth time in my life, my age is a number which is only divisible by itself and one.
These mathematical occurances don't come around as frequently as they did in the beginning. The last one was six years ago; the next, six years hence.
That is not the point. The point is I am around to acknowledge them.
In spite of what is happening in my life right now, I am grateful to exist. Don't get me wrong--the frustration, sometime bordering on despair, is just below the surface, like a piece of wood forcibly submerged in water. Sometimes that frustration slips to the surface, but never close to being injurious. I think my realization of that emotion helps me keep it in its proper place.
Of course, the frustration stems from a lack of a permanent, full-time job. St. Paul wrote the love of money is the root of all evil. Famed radio personality and motivational speaker Earl Nightingale once commented the proper place of money is where it can be used where nothing else can't. While there are times when money can't solve problems, in my case it would solve more problems than you would ever know. (Which is why the prayer to St. Anthony will continue to top the 'blog for the foreseeable future.)
Nevertheless, I am and I am here. Always worth a prayer of thanksgiving every day, but especially on one's natal day. May God grant me more of these days, even when they aren't a prime number.
Here's to the next 73 x 5 + 1 days. (After all, 2016 is a leap year.)