So on Wednesday I turned 28 – happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me (no podcast for this one…the royalties would be extortionate never mind my lack of singing ability!)
As I get older – most birthdays become "just another day". I don’t mean that in an ungrateful way. Far from it.
I think the most memorable ones tend to either be on a milestone birthday (16th, 18th, 21st, etc.) or something special with loved ones.
In a weird way this birthday is a milestone, perhaps in a much more low-key and unusual way. This is the first year I felt becoming 30 is within a reasonable grasp.
I’m not having a mid-life crisis although my lack of hair would claim otherwise. 30 is still young. Ah sod it! Age is only a number!
My point is that I’m nowhere near ready to consider a state pension or investing in a timeshare; but today is not my rite of massage at the pub either. So it reiterates the point of making every day of life count.
I’m certainly doing that and I don’t intend to slow down any time soon.