Last night, I was bored, so I went back and read two years worth of old posts on this blog. I focused in on 2010 and 2011.
It was funny because sometimes what I read was vague and I have no idea what I was referencing. Other times, I remembered exactly what I was trying to say.
Plenty of foreshadowing - this was the era of hair cancer, and there are multiple mentions of this annoying cyst on my scalp.
Lola was first diagnosed with a heart murmur, Dad spent some time in the hospital, and I expressed concern for both of their futures.
I can read it now having gotten to both of their endings, and I think, "Huh, well that's how that turned out."
This was also the era of weight loss. I read over the period of a few months how with a little effort, I lost a ton of weight. And fell in love with my Weight Watchers group.
I mention several times how I'm traveling more (which seems laughable now).
There was the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat. The heartbreak of psoriasis.
I made friends, I got my feelings hurt. I sweated out performance reviews, I changed managers a bunch of times. I loved people, I complained about people.
Basically, it was a lot of fun. I hope that some day, I do it again and come across this. So for then a few questions:
- Did you get to have dinner in Portland?
- Did you start back up on WW?
- How's Mom?
- How's Piper?
- Are you still in therapy?
- Are you still traveling all the damn time.
- Are you OK? Really?
That's enough.
A bientot.
ae
It was funny because sometimes what I read was vague and I have no idea what I was referencing. Other times, I remembered exactly what I was trying to say.
Plenty of foreshadowing - this was the era of hair cancer, and there are multiple mentions of this annoying cyst on my scalp.
Lola was first diagnosed with a heart murmur, Dad spent some time in the hospital, and I expressed concern for both of their futures.
I can read it now having gotten to both of their endings, and I think, "Huh, well that's how that turned out."
This was also the era of weight loss. I read over the period of a few months how with a little effort, I lost a ton of weight. And fell in love with my Weight Watchers group.
I mention several times how I'm traveling more (which seems laughable now).
There was the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat. The heartbreak of psoriasis.
I made friends, I got my feelings hurt. I sweated out performance reviews, I changed managers a bunch of times. I loved people, I complained about people.
Basically, it was a lot of fun. I hope that some day, I do it again and come across this. So for then a few questions:
- Did you get to have dinner in Portland?
- Did you start back up on WW?
- How's Mom?
- How's Piper?
- Are you still in therapy?
- Are you still traveling all the damn time.
- Are you OK? Really?
That's enough.
A bientot.
ae
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