This past weekend, I celebrated my 36th birthday.
At my age, birthdays are distinctly less exciting than they once were. I don’t care to have a big party or really whoop it up. I have little interest in expensive presents or flashy displays in my honor.
But I still enjoy the process of looking back and looking forward. Birthdays, to me, are a time to reflect on the past years, where I’ve come from, what I’ve accomplished, how I’ve persevered, and why I’ve progressed. And they are a remarkably powerful time to look out onto the horizon of life and imagine what lies ahead.