You know you’re in trouble when the title of your birthday blog post refers to an awful Britney Spears song (I’ll spare you the link). I wish I had some deep reflection to pass along to mark the occasion, but turning 24 is a pretty innocuous birthday. It doesn’t have the practical or cultural significance of turning 18 or 21, and I won’t round the quarter century mark until next year. But life has been pretty darn good of late, so Happy Birthday to me. And, of course, thanks for reading.