I had completely forgotten about my own birthday! In the years before, I would count down the days as soon as the new year started. It was something that was exciting, but this year, it really never crossed my mind until someone else had mentioned it to me. I don't know what this means. Maybe I have gained a new sense of maturity and have become less focused on myself, (but anyone who knows me well can say that I am too big of a dork to be mature), or maybe this adult(ish) life of working, taking hard classes so I can transfer to engineering school, and all other stressors associated have just preoccupied my mind. I am thinking that my forgetting my birthday is supposed to remind me to take a step back and breath every once and while, and not let myself get so caught up everything that is going on. It is life's way of telling me to stop and smell the roses.