Another Day Older and Deeper in Debt

Today I turned 28, and overall it was a good day. In honor of other Taurus people out there, this is the Stock Market Bull statue in NYC. And no, that is not me hiding behind the statue! I don’t put much stock in astrological signs, although I can be a pretty stubborn gal. One of my friends has likened me to a grizzly bear—quiet and self-sufficient, until you start poking me with a stick or backing me into a corner. Plus, I am a woman who appreciates her sleep, and have never been of a sunny disposition when rudely awakened.

At this time last year, I was doing a general surgery rotation in the Bronx and spent my birthday at the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art. This year was just as much fun, having spent the day visiting with my family and friends.

Birthdays always seem to be a milestone to reflect on one’s accomplishments. For me, being 27 came with a lot of insecurity and questions about my future. Right now, 28 is looking pretty good—between starting a profession and re-establishing my independence, I am pretty positive about the year ahead.