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This is the first time I’ve delayed a birthday post since 2009. (Which is what I would have wanted to say, but I just realized I actually missed writing for my 27th and 28th birthday too). Wow, by August this year it would have been 10 years since I first started this blog. Ten years! A lot can and did happen in a decade. When I passed my birth month last September without the annual birthday post, I thought – maybe this is a sign that I finally give up blogging. I’ve already lagged and lost momentum a very long time ago, but I still do think about writing every so often instead of spending time on social media (of which quitting it entirely I’ve often ruminated on…). I give myself so many excuses. Ultimately, instagram and facebook are actually lazy versions of my blogging. I like to write and make visual engraving thoughts, photographs and memories – this is mainly why my instagram feed isn’t artsy or trendy.

So why, at the beginning of March, basically almost half a year later, did I sit down and write again? Well, the very reason I didn’t do so in the first place – my husband! He remarked how I’ve missed a birthday post and I thought, “Yeah, because I was honestly enjoying real life more, together with you.” Which is true, I find that I am less active on social media when I am with him because I find Chad’s company more interesting (well thank God for that since we are married).

Chad encouraged me to continue writing and I couldn’t help but ask why. Nobody blogs anymore really, bloggers I used to follow seemed to have moved on and gravitated towards Youtube, Instagram, and Facebook. And then he said something I never would have expected. Something like, “Because when we have a daughter someday she will really benefit reading about what you’ve done and where you’ve gone these past few years of your life.” Oh.

You know what, if I was in our future daughter’s (or son’s? Chad did remark how he’s not sure if a boy would take much from my writing and I think I would agree, haha) shoes I would love to read about my mom’s life before I was born. Isn’t that cool? To be able to read your mother or father’s journal growing up and seeing photos of her or his life before getting married and having you. I think I would love and learn from that tremendously.

I believe I have changed a lot since 2009. I was 19 and idealistic. My dreams and goals have evolved throughout the years. They have deviated from aspiring to be a professional advertising photographer/artist to just being happy by having a simple life while being able to work on my hobbies. Ten years ago Chad and I wouldn’t have dated at all given the individuals we were back then, but yes we were always friends since we went to school together. Without this blog, the evolution of me would have faded or even disappeared given my less than desirable memory. Reading back makes me feel so grateful to the Lord for protecting me throughout, and guiding me in this journey of life. I enjoyed my 20s immensely and sincerely – and to think all of it was wholesome fun and drive. Lately, I’ve been telling my sister how I’ve been feeling “really happy with my life” and I am still in the process of introspecting and breaking down the reasons why. God has been gracious and it is especially crystal clear when we make it a habit to count our blessings. There are many things relating to a positive mindset that I can talk about – maybe that will be a monologue for another day. So far I feel like having this life right now and being alive to experience it all is a grand privilege.

To our future child/children,

If you are reading this right now, know that your father and mother have always been thinking of you, even before you were born. Which is quite funny because that is one of the reasons why your mom and dad clicked. You will be so loved, and hopefully by God’s grace we will meet you in good time.

P.S. to any friends and family reading this – I am not pregnant OK. Just putting it out there for clarity. XD

For now, I will take care of my #plantfam. This orchid, which I named Olivia, was given to me by Chad on my birthday. He gave me my very first orchid when we were still dating back in Vancouver. Ever since then, I’ve come to love phalaenopsis orchids. Right now, the flowers on this photo are long gone, but new buds have started to grow in anticipation of spring.

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