During a recent medical examination, I underwent a series of X-rays. The nurse practitioner came in to discuss my results. She looked at the films and asked me what I ate as a child. I replied, “Whatever my mom served.”
A few moments later, she turned and said, “You have beautiful bones.” I mean, that’s not usually the body part people compliment first. She went on to explain that at my age, bones are often busy crumbling, creaking, or filing for early retirement with arthritis and similar conditions. Apparently, mine are still showing up to work, and I am OK in that department.
I’m a dreamer at heart, proudly born and raised in San Francisco—a city that covers just 49 square miles but was heaven on earth for me. Every corner of The City (as we natives affectionately call it) has been a part of my life. No area ever felt too distant. With wide eyes and an open heart, I’ve always welcomed the world around me. I find joy in creativity, wonder, and discovering new possibilities—whether that’s through international work adventures or dreaming up the next exciting idea. Even though San Francisco was my hometown, my passport has taken me to many amazing places and introduced me to wonderful people, shaping me in countless ways. I carry pieces of these experiences and friendships with me wherever I go. Above all, I treasure my family, friends, and those small, meaningful moments that keep my spirit alive and thriving. I never want my curiosity to fade away.
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