So how was the new birthday?

Fabulous. The party was small and weird, the day was altogether great.

This morning, my intern asked me, “So is that your real birthday?”

After trying and failing to communicate a few times, I settled on: “On a cultural level, yes.”

I also promised my sweetie I wouldn’t be changing the date again. There are some things you should do very rarely. Name changes. Birthday changes/rebirths. Doing nothing but watch TV for an entire weekend.

This wasn’t frivolous. It was also totally worth doing. I would do it again… but you know, not something I will need to.