Birthdays are funny.  I walked around all day today wondering if anyone knew it was my special day.  I turned 29 today. 

This was going through my head as I walked around today:  

‘Hey!  You over there!  Recognize!  It’s my freaking b-day today.  Where is my present, good wishes, and/or acknowledgement?’  

Jerks… all of them.  I mean come on!

But what the heck is so special about the day I was born?  Has the world been changed by my life so much that it should celebrate, honour, and commemorate the day I left my mother’s womb?  

A very good question.

On June 30th, 2009, after 29 years living on this planet, I can honestly answer NO to this question.  I have accomplished some cool things and had a great ride so far… but not enough for the world to stop and take notice when it’s my birthday.  

I’ve decided to change this.  It’s my birthday gift to myself. 

One year from now, on my 30th birthday (June 30th, 2010), I plan to report back to you a different story and answer YES to the question above.   

See you then.