22

I'm sure everyone says it, but you hope that with every year will come a little more wisdom, understanding, happiness, love... And then you sort of remember that everyone makes this day his or her day of entitlement.

I spent the day in and out of airports and airplanes. No candles to blow out, no distinct excitement as in the days of early childhood. It was simply a very different day. There was a lot of quiet time and contemplating involved.  Silent appreciation of everything (and everyone) I take for granted and constant wondering of a possible need to change for an uncertain future that lies ahead.

Currently, my nose is in a book, but I hope to write something before the classes start up again.