A day older, a year older
This is a little random…
I’m really bad with names (I will forget coworkers names sometimes if I am off for a week),
But old friends, I won’t forget you or the details about you… I cherish old friends…
I’m really bad with comprehending foreign accents in both English and Korean, so imagine how bad my comprehension is in French.
I get so drained after engaging in a large group of people… whether it’s a networking event, or it’s my own birthday party.
Today, I’m one day older than yesterday, but also a year older than yesterday.
The number next to my name seem strangely large. 3-1… I think I imagined my self as 25, then somewhere around 45, but not much in between…
In the midst of a lot of things on my mind, this day quickly sneaked up on me. I pondered a bit about what I’d want for my birthday this year… gift is one of my most prominent love-languages, so I want to really make sure it’s a gift I can really use, or have for a long time. My dad sent me converted DVD clips of my childhood videos… boy, I really didn’t have perfect pitch back then… =)
This year, Boston has been kind enough to give me a birthday that could almost resemble a spring day, rather than a winter day. I’m thankful for that. As far as celebrating the day, I thought hard about how to go about it… After much pondering, I decided get dressed up and have a quiet birthday with a few kindred spirits, and let my mind rest.
My dad sent me a card that touched me a lot… it said:
What you are wished on your birthday…
Pride…
in yourself for all the wonderful things you’ve accomplished, for all the goals you’ve met-
Perseverance…
to test your own limits one day, one challenge at a time-
Courage…
to live your truth and honor the amazing person you continue to become-
and Time…
to make a life so full of joy it’s overflowing.
May your birthday and the year ahead be filled with joyful moments, endless possibilities, and so many dreams come true.
(if you think that’s touching, you should see the written part… )
I miss my mom… and the amazing birthday cards she used to write me.
This is going to be big year… a lot may happen this year. But in the midst of it, I still love the quiet things. Snuggling up in the corner of a couch, the sweet decadent romantic dessert Dan made for my birthday, the few stems of bold flowers, the quiet music playing in the background, and reminiscing at old pictures.
With my mom when I was 3.
Dan’s sweet creations…
and a preview of more to come…
To my Seattle friends, receiving your dear wishes for my birthday makes me miss you and Seattle all the more. Thank you for your ongoing friendships despite the distance.
To my Boston friends, thank you for the new friendships that feel like old friendships!
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