I love how, as we age, we let go of the narcissism and the much ado about cake of birthdays. It more and more becomes just a day. Take yesterday, when at work, I realized that my birthday had been overlooked, and there were no celebratory cupcakes, I TOTALLY DID NOT NOTICE OR MIND AT ALL AND DID NOT FEEL MOMENTARILY 8 YEARS OLD, AND I DID NOT AWKWARDLY DROP INTO A CONVERSATION THAT MY BIRTHDAY WAS THIS WEEKEND SO THAT I COULD BE AWKWARDLY PROMISED A CAKE ON MONDAY AND I DID NOT REQUEST THAT THAT CAKE BE A ICE CREAM CAKE FROM THE GROCERY STORE WITH DINOSAURS ON IT, none of those things happened, not at all, because I am a woman in her 33rd year, and this is just another day that ends in Y*.

* CELEBRATE ME.