Birthday week is a good week. Even when it ends with running several 300m lengths carrying a sledgehammer and then attempting multiple rounds of hang power cleans at a weight I’ve never tried before. It’s a good week even though I worked my full work week and was notified that one of our advising scenarios from my academic advising course came true. It’s a good week even when I realize I haven’t done laundry in a long time.
It’s a good week because it’s humbling and full of reality checks but because it also just makes me feel so darned special. Thank you, thank you, thank you.