Another birthday and yet I find myself reflecting each year less and less. Everyone makes a big deal of birthdays and getting old, but to be honest I feel great. I feel no older than last year and in fact the year before that.
I have never quite understood why people celebrate getting older each year. Maybe I’m not an easily excitable person, and celebrating the fact with a trip to the pub to get drunk with friends just because of a date on the calendar is just bizarre.