Marking my five-year anniversary as a full-time writer

A friend messaged me late last night: Happy anniversary, of a sort.

Me: [redacted because it wasn’t PG-13, but I thought it was the anniversary of some kind of sex, okay? I HAVE A FILTHY MIND]
Her, this morning: Uh, no. Yesterday was the anniversary of you buying a MacBook and deciding to be a FT writer.