May is finally over.
For me, May is an abnormally busy month. Birthdays, anniversaries, memorials, and of course Mother’s Day. Dads get a month's reprieve from the extraordinary business of May.
Towards the end of these numerous month-of-May events, my own seeks some kind of acknowledgment - another birthday.
I might prefer to ignore this annual milestone. However, although a celebration in the way of children doesn’t seem important, recognizing that I remain vertical might suggest an appropriate observance.
Since I tend towards introspection, especially around an occasion such as this, I was thinking about how entrenched I might be inside of myself. Right. Too much. Let me explain.
