
I was a chubby little monster
Today I turned 36, that was almost my mother’s age when she left Vietnam. She traveled half-way across the world, and left everyone and everything she knew in order to give her family the opportunities she didn’t have. That level of self-sacrifice seems so adult and mature to me. I am half way through my 30s and I still feel like a little kid; not to say that I didn’t have my own challenges that I had to overcome. But I am going to take this opportunity on my birthday to reflect on the things I’ve learned in my 30s that I wish I knew earlier. I’ve condensed my ‘wisdom’ into a nice short list, one for each year: