Sunday, January 3, 2010


I had many dreams when I was growing up. I wanted to be a ballerina. I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a farmer’s wife. Not only that, I wanted to be a world-class ballerina, a Nobel Prize-winning writer, and well, the best farmer’s wife one can be.

With time and age, my expectations have mellowed. I will not likely get a Nobel Prize in Literature anytime in the near future. It is even less likely I will be a principal dancer anywhere at my age. And close to impossible to find myself a farmer who would want me.

Now, I am content to have a chance to blog. I am happy when I am able to keep up at ballet classes. I cherish the opportunities I get to play with animals.

Paradigm shift.

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