Today is my birthday.  I am 29 years old.  Last year, my friends threw me a dinner party to celebrate my birthday.  When they brought me the cake, I closed my eyes to make a wish before blowing out the candles, and people started screaming — my hair was on fire.

It makes me wonder if the universe was trying to send me an omen to warn me about the upcoming year.

I can’t tell anyone about what I’m wishing for this year, because then it won’t come true, but at least my hair won’t be catching on fire.