Happy Re-Birthday To Me

I was born four days after the launch of Sputnik in the International Geophysical Year.

In case you're not up on your space history or Donald Fagen songs, that corresponds to today. And the universe seems to be telling me that I need to expand my orbit:

— I received an email this morning to attend a "Be Your Own Startup" workshop. 

— A good friend told me over breakfast that his son thought a potential out-of-town move for his family would be cool, because "he could reinvent himself." 

— I just read that the final scene (which I won't reveal here) of Alfonso Cuarón's stunning "Gravity" is a metaphor for "rebirth." 

So rather than thinking about today as my birthday—which, because of some unfortunate luck, has always been a sad day for me—I've decided to rebrand it my "re-birthday." 

Googling that word, it appears to bear some religious connotation, but I'm going to adopt it anyway. Because none of us has to change towns to reinvent who we are. We simply need to change how we think of ourselves. 

That's your cue, Donald...  

What a beautiful world this will be
What a glorious time to be free