March 10th 2025, and it´s my turn to blow 47 candles.

In previous years, I´ve made it all a bit more mysterious, writing my age in binary code (101111), hexadecimal (0x2F) or even Roman numerals (XLVII).

Anything in order not to say it too directly, but not because I particularly care about my age, that doesn´t bother me (or at least, that´s what I´m saying now; we´ll see when I get to 50...)

In reality, what happens is that I have mixed feelings regarding my birthday. On the one hand, there's my aversion to being the centre of attention, which prevents me from reminding anyone about my birthday as it´s coming up; then, on the other hand, there´s always this hope that people will remember to say happy birthday to me, and probably, deep down, the conviction that "they should remember". For those with Enneagram knowledge, any similarities with a preserving type 1 are pure coincidence 😉

Anyway, there´s no way I can escape this year; pretty much everyone knows already. So, from the bottom of my heart, thanks a million for your birthday wishes, bring on another year. Big hug.