Forty two years ago today in a little country called Taiwan I came to the world. My father was in the military, and based in Taipei, and my mom was a young bride with her first born baby girl.
I have had a good birthday. I started out the day at the crisis centre after the night shift. The girl I work with ironically enough has the same birthday as me so I surprised her by making us pancakes for breakfast and we ate them before we went off shift. My husband bought me some lovely roses, ordered from the local florist, and my youngest son baked me a glutenfree chocolate cake. I have also received dozens of messages wishing me well.
One thing is clear for me, at forty two years old I have to admit time is of the essence. I’m not out of time, but I shouldn’t waste it. My birthday wish is to keep with the ideological basis of what I have been writing lately. I have to count my many blessings, I have to make my own peace a priority as well as my health so that I can give 100% to my family, my studies, my friends and career.
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