What a good 23rd birthday.
I know people pretty universally dislike the month of January - especially with it being so brrrrrrrrrrr. Some might even call it dreary, blah.
And I think that's why I've always felt this unspoken kinship with others born in January.
There's something that binds us together, the common experience of growing up knowing you'll never get to have your birthday at an outdoor swimming pool or frontier city or that when Christmas and New Years pass you still have an upcoming reason to celebrate. My January people. (This includes Nigella Lawson, Kahlil Gibran and Joan of Arc - all born on January 6th).
