Kwarentay singko años.
Forty-five.
a phrase, a number, might be one of the winning lottery numbers I've been eyeing to win.
But exactly, it tells of my age.
Cruising middle age but far from old age.
Another year is one extra year that is going to transform me more into the right things, perhaps make wise choices.
Reaching this age, I've matured enough to know what I want.
I eat my birthday cake of my choice, opening gifts and received wonderful wishes of great things across the globe from family and friends.
I did not clean nor cook for that day, which is different, but I'm still the same.
My birthday is an opportunity for me to pause, reflect, and re-calibrate.
Another year, another journey to live a meaningful life.
Another year to be grateful that I am blessed beyond measure; that I am truly loved by many.
I get the gift of one more year, even more years to come.
Cheers!
xo,
Ai
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