Today is my 30th birthday. I’m still about an hour and a half away from by actual birth time of 2:21 a.m. but screw that, I’ve got work in the morning. And I guess that says a lot about who I am now. I haven’t ever worked on my birthday. I’ve always taken off of school or taken off of work, but this year, I’m in a job where I don’t have any paid time off yet and I’m not allowed to miss more than three days of work in my first 90 days. I like my job enough, and see enough of a future in it for me, that I’m willing to work on my birthday.

A birthday like this also poses a great temptation to revel in my accomplishments and/or regrets, but not tonight. I like who I am right now in my life and I wouldn’t change any of the situations, good or bad, that made me who I am. I’ve done many things I’m proud of and several I’m not. I just got back from a surprise party with friends where my gifts included a Claire Messud book, a Batman blanket, and a Buffalo Wild Wings gift card; I think that says more about me than any self-indulgent refective post ever could.