I started writing it the day I openly came out to my sister and had felt “happy sad” feelings. Happy that I could now have a real communicative relationship with Mel and then sad that Larry was across the other side of the world and up to this point I’ve been uncomfortable to share my story to him.
Decadence was over. People in tutus and onesies were pooling out. Uber and taxis were scarce at 3:30 AM. it's starting to look like I'll have to make a 40 min trek back home in the snow.
With my whole ankle debacle (finding out I can't do cardio for x months/being hospitalized/stuck indoors under recovery for 8 weeks), my energy level has been inconsistently wavering medium to low. It's a strange transition from my high to medium self but one that I'm now embracing.