I don't remember when it started when birthdays are no longer something I look forward to, in fact each year seems harder to get by as I am faced with the reality in turning a year older. That's why my birthday cakes have not revealed my actual age for the past three years. Growing up, birthdays function more and more like an annual review for self-reflections rather than a celebration. I find that the more I learn, the less I know. Though some questions that puzzled me ten years ago still puzzles me now, I am excited to find out what the future holds for me. This week, I turned 27. Eeeks.