Monday 9 April 2007
Good, there it is, I’m 31.
That depresses me a bit, to tell the truth. I have the feeling of having lost my youth, of having wasted it. I would have liked to have made the decision earlier to have the operation. I would have liked to have started to believe in my future a bit sooner… These thought make me a little sad. But I console myself by saying it’s never too late to set my life back on path. And then this year I had a wonderful birthday present: my father sang “Happy Birthday” to me over the phone. I believe it’s the first time that I’ve heard him sing, and he sang for me. For me alone. That gave me great, great pleasure.
Something else to celebrate: that’s now a month and one day since I stopped smoking! Hey, hey, hey!!! I am soooooooooo proud of myself.