On your birthday, you wake up like any other day. It takes a few minutes to realize what day it is. You remember the days when you anticipated your birthday - pretty much every birthday till you were 21. You get a plethora of "Happy Birthday!" posts on your Facebook timeline. You get interrogated: "How old are you?" "Do you feel any older?"
As each year passes, I wonder if I should be getting depressed. Is there anything I should regret? Have I wasted any years? If so, can I change them?
One of my favorite little books is Henry Nouwen's In the Name of Jesus. He writes, "I should not worry about tomorrow, next week, next year, or the next century . . . God is a God of the present and reveals to those who are willing to listen carefully to the moment in which they live the steps they are to take toward the future."
We cannot change past years. We cannot control future years. We can live in the present, being managers of the current day. So that's what I'll do today. I will listen to the Giver of all time. And I will live within the day he has given.