They say you can’t go back, but for me, it’s not about going back. It’s about a fast-forward from 25 to my 40s. A blink of an eye, and I realized I’ve lived 20 twice. Baebee, the things I’ve seen, the dramas I’ve been through… You couldn’t write this script. The growing pains, the gut-wrenching hurt, the losses that felt like a permanent breaks, they all left their mark. There was the constant moving, and then, the hardest part of all, the sweet surrender to a path I couldn’t see. And as I look back from this place, with my cup of tea in hand, I can see them all. The people I passed along the way. Some were drowning in sorrow, others glowing in pure happiness. They were all on their own journeys. But so many stayed put. They stand in the same place, as if their time stood still while mine moved from place to place through time. Stuck. Broken. Hurt. Full of anger, a poison they just couldn’t release.But here’s the tea on the whole situation: I didn’t stay there. I kept moving. And as I look back on every step I blindly took, I know who was directing this whole production. God.It’s truly a miracle. And that, my dears, is all the tea I have for you today.