It’s my birthday today. \u00a0Today is the last time I will celebrate a birthday in my 30s – next year is the big 4-0. \u00a0I was talking to my new doctor on Thursday and you know, I don’t FEEL like I’m staring 40 in the face. \u00a0I don’t even feel 30. \u00a0I look at myself, and I don’t always recognize the person staring back at me, because to me, I’m still just fresh out of college. \u00a0Or worse, still IN college. \u00a0I feel like I should know things that I don’t. \u00a0I feel that I’m still learning.<\/p>\n
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And maybe that’s a good thing. \u00a0Maybe that’s why, in spite of a truly horrific weekend eating-wise, I’m still looking forward to my 5k race next Saturday. \u00a0I have yet to run 5k outside. \u00a0This will probably be my first time. \u00a0I haven’t looked at the course since, um, October, when I signed up for it. \u00a0But I’m still going to do it.<\/p>\n
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Why? \u00a0Because I want to. \u00a0I want to run outside. \u00a0I want to feel free. \u00a0I think I shall probably run after the Red Sox game, simply because I need to run. \u00a0Will it be a great run? \u00a0I don’t know yet. \u00a0But it’s warm and gorgeous and dammit, I need to be outside.<\/p>\n
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I’m going to write today too. \u00a0And work on the glorious new shrug that I’m making \u00a0– for me. \u00a0With yarn Mom and Dad got me for my birthday. \u00a0I’m hoping to have it done for tomorrow, so I can wear it to work.<\/p>\n
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This past week, when I was flaring? \u00a0It taught me that sometimes, it’s okay to slow down. \u00a0I don’t have to bull through things, or grit my teeth and pretend I’m fine. \u00a0I can have down days. \u00a0I can take time to just recover.<\/p>\n
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Sometimes, 300 words is all I will get. \u00a0(Especially after playing nearly 12 hours of WoW. \u00a0But hey, Level 62!!!) \u00a0Sometimes, I’ll get more. \u00a0I won’t write as fast as others do. \u00a0I write at my speed. \u00a0And I write well. \u00a0I run at my speed. \u00a0And I run. \u00a0Maybe not well, not yet, but I run.<\/p>\n
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I’m a work in progress. \u00a0The only thing that will stop that progress, besides death, is me. \u00a0I’m my own worst enemy sometimes. \u00a0And I have to remember that any progress, even just 300 words after a marathon WoW day, or a day spent sleeping off a Crohns flare, is progress.<\/p>\n
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Happy Birthday to me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s my birthday today. \u00a0Today is the last time I will celebrate a birthday in my 30s – next year is the big 4-0. \u00a0I was talking to my new doctor on Thursday and you know, I don’t FEEL like I’m staring 40 in the face. \u00a0I don’t even feel 30. \u00a0I look at myself, …<\/p>\n