saturday was my birthday and that night, i had a few friends over to the house for a little house party.  cigars and scotch and 6 hours of an itunes playlist coming out of my portable bose system.  caught up with some old friends and new ones.  late into the night, enjoying an excuse for a celebration.

birthdays always get me thinking - looking inside.  i think it has something to do with birthday candles staring back at you filled with a potential wish come true.  what do i wish for this year?  last year, i think it was the strength to make it on my own.  find myself financially independent and turning azadi into something pretty special.  the wish came true. 

it occurred to me though, that wishes can also bring on a little residual baggage.  some of my friends and i call it "your story."  a person’s story could be "i’m a stressed out medical student."  "i’m a sleep deprived new mother."  "i’m a workaholic."  at my birthday party, i realized what my latest story has become.  "i did it all by myself." 

what i did by myself is not really that impressive given that everyone at some point in their life takes responsibility and handles their business - by themselves.  you just hunker down and get on your feet in every way.  but when you do if for the first time, i guess it becomes so much a part of your identity.  "i’m doing it by myself."  and sure enough, this year, i got to see that it all stemmed from my last birthday wish…

so this year, i wished for…well i can’t tell you, because then it won’t come true.  let’s just leave it at that i hope my new story includes someone other than myself.

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