And it’s not until now, that I write all these words…to realize that she and I are, a lot, the same.

The ice, so loud, as I stood at the sink stifled by the deafening silence when I just want to gently drown in the sun of the promised land.

She’s like a broken jar of honey.

So, yes, I don’t want to tell you that I was scared about this race. But a post like that would suck, wouldn’t it?

I wonder if they felt like me.

Today, this is another birthday in which I'm reminded of my path; another birthday feeling awkward, and another birthday peppered with tears. 

Joke is on you.

Through all the anxiety, the falls, the anger (as the demons leave my body) and the tears, I was so humbled by all the beauty that I was able to take in that day.