Happy New Year to Me

Happy New Year, Tai Tai, 

A year of joy and tears has just gone by, and now there is a host of new challenges awaiting you.

You should be confident in welcoming the new year, don't you think so? But some ashes of the past still cling onto your feathers, not letting you fully rejoice in the newly dawning day.

Very soon word may get around about your ugly past at your new station. How would you cope with this horror? Does that really matter to you? 

Remember you told yourself that you would start everything afresh.  So nothing should pose fear to you.  Be the master of your own mind and decisions.  Believe in your conscience.  Bygones are bygones, they play no part in your future.

But stress still silently creeps in.  You can hardly sleep at night.  You often wake up with a start in the dead of night, cold sweat breaking all over your body. Why are you letting the past get the best of you?

Somehow you know you should stand up to all the fears and challenges.  A small voice in your head keeps telling you not to yield to your weaknesses.  You know your strengths very well.  But the fear of not conforming to the crowds makes you tentative.

Tai Tai, your parents are getting old, and you can no longer depend on them for transportation.  It's time to take up driving and stand on your own feet. At the age of forty-seven, you are an over-aged baby.  Prove to others that you are able to determine your own direction in life.  Be the driver of your own destinations.

Do spend more time with your parents.  They can't be with you for the rest of their lives.  Be patient with them. For one day you will be as frail and forgetful as they are.

Have you forgotten that once you promised yourself you would exercise for a better health? Don't break that promise again.  As we age, our metabolism is turning slow and the only way to compensate for that is to exercise regularly.  Do practise a fat-free diet.

Once again, try your best to love your job and your students.  Put aside anything that slows you down and commit yourself fully to your core business.  

For your passion, continue writing and painting.  They give you a good breather from the stress of life.

Lastly, have a steadfast faith in the Lord.  Believe in him and let him guide you through the journey of life.




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