It was said to believe that I spent my last few hours in the womb floating in green meconium stained amniotic fluid; until I was released/forced into this world with forceps.
For weeks afterwards I had this blue/purple bruises on my head as a result of it.
Tomorrow I will be celebrating that day.
What happened to the childlike excitement and anticipation about my birthday?
I hope that 35 will prove itself as a lucky number and a good year.
And to remember:
“Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift, that’s why it is called the present”
From the movie: Kung Fu Panda