As a child I wasn't able to pronounce a perfectly rolled R, and I was mocked by my older cousins, those little poops, especially when I called my big sis' name.
It’s funny how things can slowly sneak up on you. Things that should be completely obvious. I’ve stopped living. It’s taken time, but I see it now. Sadly I’m comfortable. Not my proudest moment, but quite apathetic about it too. I don’t know what to think.
I like buying thin, cheap ass gloves that come in a multi-pack (hardware or auto-parts store) and cutting off the fingertips for winter use. Prevents my hands from drying out, eliminates unpleasant coldness when grabbing cold things, theyre not bulky so it's easy to stuff them anywhere and still use the phone. I can throw them away after a few washes and it's not a big deal if I keep losing them (and I misplace gloves often).
I’ve tried lots of drugs. Ecstasy, LSD, mushrooms, marijuana, cocaine, ketamine, meth, and I’m fairly positive someone gave me weed laced with angel dust. And I luckily never got addicted and haven’t done any of them in probably 15+ years and now I barely even drink alcohol.
I’ve been running my socks off this past year done London marathon, which was a massive accomplishment on its own, especially at my age and nobly knees but also done 7 half marathons and 3 10k events…..
It doesn’t stop there, training for another marathon next year.
You can do anything you put you mind to, you just have to believe in yourself