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Big

Whoa. The last week(ish) has been big. Really big. BIG.

BI-I-IG.

Like, probably the biggest week of my life, with a few exceptions…

  1. The week I got married – May 2011 – 2,500 miles from where I lived, then took off on my two-week honeymoon in the Canary Islands. That was a very, very, big week+, in a very, very good way. I had achieved a happiness that I’d never really imagined for myself, and I enjoyed it fully (something I don’t think I’d ever done before then).
  2. The (two) week(s) I moved to California – May 2006 – to take my second-chance life-changing job with Antenna Audio (later Discovery). I left behind all my family, a lifetime of friends, and my boyfriend of nine years who I later broke up with (because he didn’t want to come with me so, in my defense, he actually broke up with me and… see #1; it was for the best). That was a hugely terrifying week+ but it was a good kind of hugely terrifying; big things were happening and although I didn’t know how it would all turn out, I trusted it would be great. And I was right (after I got over the breakup).
  3. The week we moved into our first home – June 2012 – here at 3675, flew to Michigan for my grandparents’ 60th anniversary, and found out while we were there that I got my job at Art.com: the job that really bumped my career up a notch and (I have to admit) turned me into the candidate capable of the dream job I have now. That one was big because it was grownup big; I took on a lot because it was all important to me, and I made it all happen. It was a good kind of big that I controlled from start to finish.
  4. The week I spent in the hospital – June 2005 – getting my craptastic diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis. On my F#@%ING BIRTHDAY. Oh yes – I had answers to my mysterious ailments, but otherwise this was a big week in the absolute worst kind of way: one that ended with not only my ruined birthday party but a botched hospital discharge, steroid withdrawal, an emergency blood patch on my spine, home care, an amazing series of prednisone-induced nightmares, and what was probably a fairly significant and undiagnosed case of clinical depression.

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Recharge

I spent this past weekend in Yosemite National Park, on a much needed “recharge.”

View from our balcony over the Merced outside the entrance to Yosemite, 3.14.

View from our balcony over the Merced outside the entrance to Yosemite, 3.14.

Like the early spring Merced River, filling back up with water after the thaw and blasting over the park’s granite cliffs, I’ve been in desperate need of a fresh supply of my life-giving essentials to move me into the next phase of my existence. Those essentials are basically sleep, beer, nature, and friends. And I got a whole lot of them this weekend. Continue reading

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