In a little under two hours, I'll start my 48th trip around the Sun.
I'd like to say that I'm excited about my birthday, or maybe even interested in my birthday, but the truth is that the only emotion I can summon is one of shock.
Shock at the ways things have turned out, at the ways I've screwed things up, and at the ways that I still find little sparks of hope that I blow onto with all my might only to see them extinguished by the next wet drop of reality.
But, mostly, shock that I'm still here at all.