A great dame I had the good fortune to meet during a volunteer excursion handed me the other week a pair of very light, green cups of instant soup. Saying it was seaweed soup, she noted it’s Korean tradition to eat seaweed soup on your birthday, to help usher in a prosperous year.
So, this morning, I did just that:
All this before it’s midnight in New Jersey. So, if I wanted, I could hold onto 33 a little while longer. But, why would I do that? I didn’t have the seaweed soup last year. The next 365 days are going to be magical.