"I was thinking," she began. "There hasn't been one full year where it's been a good year for me."

"What about 1998?" I asked, referring to my birth year.

She shook her head and said, "No, that was the year the exhaustion began."

"What about 2001?" My sister's birth year.

"Ha! That was the year I was so delusional that I thought I could do it all again."

"Fine. What about 1995?" That was the year my parents got married.

"More like the year of absent mindedness."

"Well, you've got me. Your whole life is now a good year."

"Yeah, okay," she said sarcastically.