if a tree falls in the woods...

My insistence on privacy has had a weird side effect: recently, I logged into Facebook, expecting to see the annual array of birthday greetings. I found none. None at all, except a private message from a relative. Apparently, my insistence on privacy on Facebook made my birthday hidden - which is a good thing, except on my birthday itself.
I appreciated the greeting from my relative, and enjoyed all the face-to-face birthday celebrating. Overall, I feel loved and am happy about my birthday. But still, part of me got so used to the dozen or two "Happy birthday!" greetings from people I hadn't seen much (if at all) for the last two decades that it felt less like a birthday! Weird.