Here we go, folks.
The list is made, and the flurry of activity intensifies.
Tomorrow is my 39th birthday, and I’m about to begin my life again.
Flashing back now.
I’m 28, on a bench catching my breath because I’m too tired to keep walking in from the parking lot. It’s the week of my birthday and I think to myself, “are you really going to turn 30 living like this?”
I wasn’t ready to deal with my trauma then, but today, this man is ready to take on the world.
Look out.
-A