This is going to be the shortest blog post ever, but it was too long for Twitter.
Just now, for my birthday, I went to the gym and ran for 20 minutes straight. I went out and came home after dark, or should I say I drove to the gym and back in the dark. On the way home I took the highway and went to the grocery store where I bought a massive jar of minced garlic and a box of veggie buffalo wings.
Two months ago, I couldn’t have gotten behind the wheel of a car without having a panic attack, let alone drive in the dark.
Two months ago, I wouldn’t have been able to go to a gym, let alone run for 20 minutes.
Two months ago, I wouldn’t have been able to go to the store by myself. Probably would have still bought the buffalo wings, though. I’ve loved those since Chicago.
Even though I do these things now with no problem, it is today that I take a step back and look at where I came from and dammit, I’m proud of me.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go take a shower, listen to Spoon, and then heat up my wings, which are actually more like buffalo nubbins. But damn, they’re tasty.