Tomorrow is my birthday. It’s not a milestone birthday, just an everyday sort of birthday (29), but as markings of time go, I find birthdays more important to me than January 1sts for considering beginnings and ends. This year especially marks: the first time that I will be single in nearly a decade, not yet having my PhD completed though I’ve been in my program for five years, and the just perceptible shift in my understanding that I’m supposed to start dreading getting older, rather than thrilling to it as I did in the birthdays at the beginning of this decade.
Happy Birthday! 🎂🥳🍾