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Quarter of a Century


Well. Folks.
I've hit a quarter of a century. And it feels quite pleasant. 

Seriously. I don't remember ever feeling this happy around my birthday since... I was twelve? That's the last happy birthday I remember at least 🤣 I didn't even cry this year. Ah. You know how great that feeling is, to not even want to cry? 

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I went hiking (ahem sauntering) with some dear friends. I didn't tell them it was my birthday. For some reason it gave me a kick to just silently, alone enjoy this mile-marker. 

After a beautiful day, we went to get some food. Because of some random joke, a friend asked, "Did you recently have a birthday? Or what."

"Well. Technically today is."

I had a car full of packages (Amazon orders mostly) that I hadn't had time to open all week. So my friends jokingly snatched them, then handed them back. "Happy birthday!" 

Then we went dancing. I've never enjoyed dancing so very much. I was very tired from hiking. But also so very happy. So very happy. 

After reading the "Emily of Newmoon" books, I began writing a letter for myself to read in ten years.
For my curious readers, after reading Paolini's first two books, my mom decides they were no longer allowed. I was devastating;/ How I loved those books! But a couple years ago I did at last finish the series. Oddly I didn't find them half so grand. Yet my heart still holds a special love for those first two. 
As for the other questions... eh, who knows ;) Or maybe I do know. Or maybe somebody knows. But 'tis not for today's post. 

There's been quite a few rough patches. But twenty-five is feeling good. I'm seeing lots of flowers and finding more energy to enjoy them. It's great. 

I have some fun posts coming up!! About barefeet, church hopping, and something many modern folks may find horrendously disgusting. Ah. But until then, may you all have a wondrously blessed day full of happiness. 

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  1. Happy birthday, dear friend!! Looking forward to what's ahead!

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  2. Happy birthday, Keturah!! God bless you always. <3

    I love that thing about the word "saunter." That's so cool and makes so much sense. And dancing with friends sounds fun. It sounds as though you made good use of your day.

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    1. Thank you so much, Megan!
      Isn't it grand? It was the perfect day :)

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  3. Happy (late-ish) birthday! Sauntering style hikes need to be appreciated more, I've been on too many point A to point B as fast as we can hikes. Glad you had a good birthday by the sounds of it! *Cheers to finding the energy to enjoy things*

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    1. Yes! We ought to enjoy all the things we do more as we do them rather than just for the end to come! Such a great point you bring out.
      *Cheers* Ah, such lovely things energy provides!

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  4. I'm so glad you had a great birthday! Happy belated birthday!!

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