Okay, so I'm not meant to be a blogger, after yet another long hiatus. But what the hell else am I not supposed to be? An athlete, soccer player, to be more specific, perhaps? After knee surgery, more bruises than I can count, a fake tooth, bloody nose and lovely scar to accompany it, six more chipped teeth and now ankle surgery...what else? Hopefully, more soccer down the road. Call me crazy, but I've made worse decisions I'm sure. Plus, what's the point of worrying about what may happen? It's usually not the things that we worry about that are going to hit us hardest, but the ones you never expect. The ones that, according to Baz Luhrman, "blindside you on some idle Tuesday afternoon." (Which, ironically is the day I messed up my ankle...) But anyways, I've wasted three years of my life worrying about every possible doomsday disease and affliction under the sun, and what happened, what robbed me of my summer, freedom, marathon ambitions, etc? Nothing for which I ever could have googled my symptoms. Maybe this is life's way of telling me something, and maybe it's just an unfortunate accident for which I'm digging too deep and trying to find some sort of good in all this mess. Either way, maybe I should take it as a sign and leave it at that.
So today, I'm thankful for a moment of clarity. Let's hope it lingers.
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