July 11th was a special day on a couple different fronts for me. First of all, it was my birthday. I’ve never been one for doing huge birthday celebrations – even when I was drinking I didn’t go too hard at it – but I do recognize the blessing and spirituality involved in being given another year of life. In light of that recognition, I’ve always had a more reflective relationship with my own birthday than celebratory. It’s not that I don’t enjoy the process, I just feel awkward about trying to make things too much about me, and I’m definitely not they type of person who does the “birthday week” thing.