Nothing much happened on the 25th apart from work. I broke my low-carb diet by bingeing on Yellow Cab pizza and Friday's desserts with my co-workers. Later that night, I went to the gym.
In the past, I didn't really care much about my birthday. While I'm grateful to everyone who took the time to greet me and wish me well, I'm not normally so gung-ho about the whole affair. It would be an ordinary day, going by just like other ordinary days.
Yesterday, however, I felt great. It was as if something had opened up in front of me and I gingerly stepped through. I guess all those months of self-induced therapy helped me somewhat. It's true--we can only be as happy as we choose to be.