Know where you come from
To go where you want to be.
Integrating my asian heritage in my 30s
I’m originally from Taiwan, even if it’s something I didn’t think about much growing up. I was adopted as a baby, only a few months old, and raised by two loving parents here in Quebec.
For most of my life, I didn’t pay much attention to my roots. Maybe I was afraid it would look ungrateful, or that it would make my parents think they weren’t enough.
But lately, something has changed. I feel a pull toward that part of me — not to replace my culture, and not because I’m missing something, but simply to understand myself better. It feels like a new step in my growth, a part of my story I’m finally ready to explore.
And when I think about my future kids, I want them to know where I come from. Not just the geography, but the beauty of that heritage. It’s something worth passing on.
“Knowing where you come from doesn’t change who you are — it simply gives you more ground to grow from.”
Right now I feel…
Inspired, but full of questions. I have ADHD and I like when there’s quick results. With my winter arc, I cannot expect to get results after the first few week. I need to be patient. Something I am not.
What Did I learned today?
Kung Fu Hustle is still my favorite movie.
What Challenge did I face?
That pectoral soreness still hurt after 3 days. I may have to tone it down next week and apply some heat.
Workout
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