birthday

And yet another year has gone.

Why do people get emotional when their birthdays approaches? Unless you are a celebrity, you won't get the chance to show the nation how melodramatic your life has been or your rags-to-riches story, you get the picture. So what's the big deal anyway?

Naturally, everyday, someone's celebrating their birthday. Actually, there is an approximate of one hundred fifteen million births today. That's one hundred fifteen million first birthdays next year; one hundred fifteen million twenty third birthdays in the year 2031; that's one hundred fifteen million people born when I was about to turn twenty three, and by that time, I will be turning forty six in three days time. Wow. Talk about time travel.

What kind of person would I become of at the age forty six?

Realistically, and not ideally in my defense, I'll do my best to indulge you with my adept powers of description.

Let's work our way down shall we?

Forty Six. I am a seasonal freelance consultant for creative direction and owner of a multi-disciplinary design company. Since I turned forty, I had retired from the corporate world and had been enjoying my leisure time conceptualizing for my firm. I've been with my partner for thirteen years. (So that gives me ten years more of agonizing trial and error.) I have a house in the country with a humongous garden and small farm at the back. I have two kids, a boy and a girl, which goes to school by carpool. I still paint and sculpts and holds exhibits. I educate young artists and designers, to give back

Back to the future.