On My Birthday

I've been 29 for a week now. And guess what? Nothing feels different! I'm not a big birthday person - I mean, I love celebrating each year, but I don't feel like a birthday can really change a person. I have a hard time understanding people who lie about their age, hide their age, or panic over a big birthday. My grandmothers are both still alive - one is 95 and one is 96, and I hope that I live every year like they have: proud of making it to each and every number they are able to hit. Anyway, this is what I wore on my birthday. I went to work, just like any other day, and had meetings with partners and customers, just like any other day. I'm basically in a suit,...