Tomorrow is my birthday. And this is my 100th blog post.
I have been writing this blog for exactly one year. Yet, today, I find myself at a loss for words. Which is—let’s be fair—an unusual state for me. I’ve been staring at this blank page for about 2 hours now. I keep checking in on it. So far, I’ve got nothing. I type, I delete, I put it aside.
This one seems like a significant post. A marker. A representation of a year gone past. And I've got nothing new to say. So, instead, here is my Prime Year of 41 in review:
I got brand new skates.
I found a new appreciation of my body.
I learned valuable life lessons.
I added some color to my life.
(Sorry this isn’t filed under “The Lasts”, Dad…)
I found some heroes.
I started injecting myself with Avonex.
I became discouraged.
I felt so sad.
I nursed a broken heart.
I fought depression.
I embraced my pessimistic side.
I got my ass kicked in Fresh Meat practice.
I felt resigned to my fate.
I lost any tenuous grasp on faith.
I found new enemies I had to battle.
I had my first MS relapse.
I endured more MRI procedures.
And the Beautiful
I found great beauty in needles.
I found some peace.
I figured some things out about myself.
I allowed me to think of myself as nothing less than spectacular.
This Prime Year--Year 1 A.D.--has been filled with many firsts and many lasts.
(I did a crossover!!)
It’s been an amazing, crazy, emotional, beautiful Year 41. And as it draws to a close, I am keeping this in mind: 43 is a prime number too…