I was born on Beltane, a pagan holiday. My Mom never could have known, but the Universe did. I love my birthday, the day, May 1. It is hard for me to explain why, but the only other days that would feel as special to me would have been October 31 or December 21, and let’s face it, celebrating your birthday on an observed holiday is just like being cheated. My birthday is a fertility holiday, an oddly enough, every year feels like somewhat of a rebirth. I was losing momentum, I could feel it, and now everything feels different. I cannot explain why. It does not even matter to me. All I know is, I have been reborn. Time to work. No time to waste.