Sayonara March, Hola April!

They say March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. For me, though, March came at me like an old, dilapidated lawn mower on its last legs wanting to chew up everything in its fateful path with its dull, rusted blades. Like, can you chill March?

Unfortunately,

The Business of Aging

I hate my birthday, never liked it. I mean, I am grateful to be celebrating each birthday as it comes but other than that, I hate my birthdays. When I was younger it was more so because I disliked the spotlight. I feel very uncomfortable being the centre of attention so most of the times if we had to celebrate my birthday, I always opted for a quiet dinner with a small group of friends. But even that was sometimes too much pressure for me because I