3+9=12

Yes, I feel like a 12-year-old. You know that feeling when you're both excited to be almost 13 and yet a bit uncertain what being 13 holds?

That's exactly how I feel now. I've passed through the 39 years of my life, and I'm both excited and uncertain about the big 4-O! Well, they say life begins at 40, and that 40 is the new 30. :)

Hey don't get me wrong here. I'm thankful I reached this stage: happy, fulfilled, and blessed in so many ways I can't even begin to imagine. I'm just amazed at how far I've gone.

I still have dreams though, but mostly dreams for my family. My husband and kids have become my source of joy. Whatever makes them happy, makes me happy, too.

It's ironic that the first time I set foot in school and realized that I could be better than most everyone else, I set my eyes on higher education, and a highly successful career. A family of my own never crossed my mind then. I even had a feeling I'd end up like most of my paternal aunts who had remained single and successful (a judge, an internist).

So after university, I went to graduate school, and got married right after. :-D Then my world took a different turn. I may not be super successful (though, right before I turned 39, I was offered a board seat in the company... still...) in my career, but I have never been happier and fulfilled.

I feel not a year older at all! For all these, I'm grateful to my creator.

Hey, look at the blessings I got by being 39!