Oh dear. It’s one of those birthdays. The kind that knocks on the door and ask for directions. Or the guy that asked for your digits. The hung-drawn-and-quartered kinda birthday.
I always did really well at school, but never particularly excelled at anything. For me, the process was always as important, if not more important than the product. What can I learn? How can I do better? Is the right question being asked here? Always a shout-out loud reason to love algebra. Always my Friday treat. Always something new to draw freestyle in Art.
And now, somehow I find myself doing that again. In the evenings, I stick my fingers and thumbs in all of the plum pies. Tasting. Prodding. Feeling. Does this smell good?
Perhaps, it’s the realisation that this year wears a pretty dress. Or that the things we do and the people we share those baubles with is our great work in progress. I’m choosing more of those things and I want to choose more of those people too.