Birthday Revelations From a 46 Year Old Korean Therapist with a Bloated Stomach

My birthday blog.

Every year I write a birthday blog. I get up early. Ride my motorcycle somewhere far, (by far I mean like Burbank which is a fifteen minute ride with traffic), sip hot coffee, and review my year.

Some start their birthday with pancakes. I start with my feelings. And pancakes.

(Holding up my coffee) Here’s to forty six, baby! Cheers.

As more grays wash in and wrinkles deepen, I reflect on my year. This has been an important year. I’ve learned so much about life, love, and myself. Let’s break it down, shall we?

1. I’ve accepted that at the end of the day, I’m a loner.

I’m not saying I’m lonely. I have friends and a social life. I go out and do things. But since I was a kid, I’ve always lived in my head. I’ve always done my own thing. I don’t do well with teams. I’m okay with not getting picked. And I used to think that was weird and sad. But today I’ve realized that’s who I am. It’s how I am wired and it lines up with what I believe I’m meant to do in this world. This isolation is required to be a writer. Or sit in the dark and talk into a microphone twice a week. I have to enter my inner world and disappear into it to create my art, share revelations. Or I…