I went to the wedding of an awesome friend last Saturday, which also happened to be my birthday. At first I was kind of bummed about this because I am always kind of weird about birthdays, but it was actually one of my best birthdays ever. I often get stressed around my birthday for various reasons (like: am I celebrating enough/too much? am I making enough/too big of a deal about a stupid day? plus some other temporal things that I don’t really like to talk about) and having this other event really helped to eliminate all of that. I barely even thought about my birthday, which was surprisingly relieving. It wasn’t a day for me anymore, it was a day for my friend. Plus I got to take a random trip to California and see some amazing old friends and eat awesome food and do some hiking. So I’m really happy that it happened that way.