Yesterday was my birthday (and William Shakespeare’s, if you’re into that). Yup – a day full of celebrating the day that I was hatched. Seems a little silly huh – celebrating your own coming into the world? the miracle that is life – you?! But it’s a tradition I’ve been taking part in for 29 years now, and I have yet to see any negative effect from engaging in a day of “it’s all about me”. The thing is, as you age, your birthdays become less about you and more about the tragedy of becoming a year older. The closer you are to 30. To 40. and then the big 5-0. Yikes! They become less fun and more of a regular ol’ day. You’re lucky to get phone calls from anyone other than your parents, you might get a couple of cards, you are likely to get a few...
