Dear spring,
The day after your birthday is always a little deflating I feel. The day is no longer special and now about getting on with the age that you are, the only remembers of your birthday are the leftover cake and crisps that you will be eating for days the presents you got that you will be using from now on and that feeling with a bit more responsibility than before. Yesterday I was told something I rather enjoyed hearing, the year you where born marks only your entry into the world other years when you proof your worth are the ones celebrating. So what we celebrate on our birthdays isn’t the day that we where brought to this planet but what we have done with every single day since then. It will be nice to remember that in years to come when I’m feeling old.