I don’t celebrate my birthday, which doesn’t seem to stop the people around me but there you go. Arbitrary dates and all that, and also I’m not a big fan of being in the centre of things, not in that particular context at least.
Some people write really nice and insightful wrap-up pieces about their year and publish these on their birthdays. I like to read those, but I can’t bring myself to do the same. Very little in my life revolves around my age, but I guess it is a wasted opportunity, for the retrospection if nothing else.
38 years, and counting. Yeah. Peace out.