42 + 100

Tomorrow is my birthday. And this is my 100^th 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:

The Good

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 the funny.

I found some heroes.

The Bad

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.

The Ugly

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 borrowed energy.

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.

The Firsts

Wrote my first blog post

Got my first derby bruises

Saw my name on a sports jersey

Was a guest on a radio show

Completed my first year on Avonex

Did a crossover

(I did a crossover!!)

The Lasts

Got a new name

Apologized for being myself

Was anything less than authentic

Lived life to anything less than to the fullest

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…