32
Today, I turn thirty-two. Actually, not precisely until 11:58 PM. But close enough. I will be spending the day with my best friend in the world, who will buy me a manicure and eyebrow waxing, and snacks at the grocery store. We will talk about holistic skin care and random things. I will stay up until 11:58 PM to watch myself turn thirty-two. I will extend the celebration into April 7th, because those two minutes and beyond are important. I survived. I lived. I was damaged and disabled, but I lived, and I am awesome.
Here is to thirty-two more years and far beyond.
Here is to thirty-two more years and far beyond.