The 10 September day has becoming less of a period in life as a benchmark of the things I want to achieve over a certain period. Maybe because benchmarking is an ongoing process, and trying each year after each year to achieve it before or on that particular day can be accumulatively tiring or disappointing. And so it has now jus a day of dressing up, feeling special and hoping to feel most hopeful of the future, and sometimes also a day on the accounting books to accrue for (a previous massive) shopping spree.

But weeks ago I wish I am well by the birthday, well enough for all the normal daily activities, or even well enough to wear my heels by this day. And months ago I wish I am well enough to run by this day.