To @vastateofmind...wishing you Happy Birthday, from a fellow March 25th-er!! Not sure about you, but strangely, I've found my birthday to be either kind or cruel some years. March in general seems to be that way to me. Something fun or good that day, or something unpleasant or downright awful. Kind of a strange contrast! On the lousy end, I've had chicken pox over my birthday, I have been mugged on that day (still a very vivid memory), and I saw Purdue (in 1988) get knocked out of the tournament in a year they were widely thought to go to the Final 4! But...I've had some very fun times with friends and family that I also remember, people who helped make it a good day for me, took me out, etc. I guess because of all that, I have always felt that everyone should be entitled to enjoy something special or fun on their birthday. Doesn't have to be anything big, but just to have a great day! So...have a great birthday and a fun time for yourself!
I actually wrote a sort of free-form poem in 2020 about when I got mugged, 30 years before. I had been meaning to write about the incident for some time but never got around to it until then, thinking that "30 years" would be a good time to do it. I completed it appropriately (and purposely) right on March 25, 2020 after working on it for a couple of months. Though I don't think of it so much anymore, I was amazed how much detail I still can remember about it. It was actually a bit cathartic to put it all into words, a bit of closure in a way.