I had a birthday last week. An uneventful birthday. One more link in the chain of many birthdays that came before it.
A few years ago, I began the practice of viewing each year’s birthday as a microcosmic snapshot of my life. It’s a day to take stock of the things that are important to me – are my friendships healthy and happy? Do I have a good romantic life? Am I fulfilled at work? Am I spending time with my family? Is art and creativity a part of my life? Have I done something interesting lately? Am I taking care of myself? Do I like who I am?
This is the first year since I began this tradition that I wasn’t pleased with the answers.