This month
… has been total shit. On the bright side, I just overcame a crapload of anxiety and stood up for myself against someone who makes a regular habit of treating me like a human doormat. Zero regrets.
May 2012
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The Cab Ride →
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It’s been posted many times since it was first published, but this one has been corrected to match the original version. And yes, it’s a true story :)
Plate Tectonics
I follow earthquakes. Ascension Island, 5.5. North Indian Ocean, 4.3.
It murmurs like a strange lullaby in the background. It whispers at night to see if I’m awake. It nudges me as I float distractedly through my mental fog.
There is a comfort in it. A consistency. Tremors, worldwide, but they are small … even, tender. The earth rocks me in my uncertainty.
Multiple nodules on her thyroid.
They don’t mean anything yet, but they’re looming in the distance. I float. I run. I drift. I don’t want to listen to them. They’re not real yet. Not until the biopsy. Not yet.
Maybe if I pretend it’ll be okay. Maybe if I plan for the worst it’ll be okay.
It’s not okay.
Does Death Exist? New Theory Says 'No' →
huffingtonpost.com
This gives me comfort in an uncertain time.
