February 19th is the 50th day of the year. It also always falls on the same day of the week that the year starts on. It’s a date that fills an oddly symmetrical and satisfying position on the calendar. Yet every year I do my best to quietly slip through the day, while maintaining my usual reticence. It’s because it also happens to be my birthday.
I’m certainly not against birthdays, in principal, it’s just that I have a hard time accepting them for myself. The reasons for this are varied and unimportant because I realize that I cannot spend the rest of my life running away from something that inevitably happens every year. So I am trying instead this time to at least accept that today is a day for me to celebrate my 27th orbit around the sun. I do not expect fanfare, nor do I want it. I only ask that the coming year is peaceful, fruitful, and that I may fulfill my purpose.
I would like to thank all of you who have sent me birthday wishes today, I really appreciate your thoughts. I'm going to spend the rest of the day writing and eating Tim Tams. Please keep in mind that I have two books coming out next month so if you would like to support me or my work then keep an eye out for that.