I was telling my co-workers the other day that I really don’t know the exact day that I was born. This discussion generally brings a lot of questions. How don’t I know? What exactly does it mean? Does it bother me? If it bothered me I wouldn’t tell people about it. I’ve always thought that it was a quirky little fact about me that made for an interesting conversation.
I’ve had a whole variety of responses, but I received one that I really liked this time. “If you don’t know when your birthday is, then you could celebrate your birthday for a week.” A birthday week…I like that.
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