Fifty-five years ago, I was born the youngest of three children. I was quiet and shy, but I loved to perform dance. I was a perfectionist, and still am. Life happens, marriage happens, children happen, divorce happens. Life is challenging, but I’ve learned that I can only sacrifice so much of myself. I’ve learned that I need to fully respect myself and treat myself accordingly. Only I can make myself happy, but having the perfect partner, my current husband, helps tremendously. Happy Birthday to me.