Sixteen

I thought about quitting these posts. Fifteen is a sort-of solid number to end things on, and by now you all know that I got hit by a Chevy Suburban when I was 23, broke eight bones, and spent a bumpy five months recovering in my New Hampshire hometown. But this year feels like the closest I have been to this story since it all actually happened so oops, I can’t quit these posts, just like I can’t quit talking about this important time in my life. Also because there’s another big part to this story that I’ve barely talked about.

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Fifteen

Today is my fifteenth Alive Day, and I have to confess: I don’t feel very alive. I was going to say I feel “unalive,” but then I learned that’s Gen Z slang for suicide, so scratch that. (Although it’s also like a joking thing? I don’t know. I feel old.) And I don’t feel much like writing, but this fifteen-year anniversary of my very real brush with death feels too big to ignore.

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Good 2018 things

This year has really zipped by, but before it goes away completely, I like taking time to reflect on all the good things. Much like 2017, 2018 has also been a real mixed bag politically, culturally, and environmentally. It’s easy to get stuck on the sad stuff (especially in these doldrums of winter), but it helps to focus on all the awesome experiences I had and the things I’m proud of.

Here’s this year’s list, in no particular order:

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