The book

When I was born, my aunt gave me a birthday present: a little golden book pendant on a gold chain. I didn't wear it much, but I've always treasured it and had it put away in a special box all these years. Now that I turned 46, I took it out and started wearing it, as a reminder. If this were the book of my life, what would I write, how would I fill the reminding empty pages? It's fun to think about this, and also a little scary. 

And you, how would you fill your blank pages?

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