| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- But who will play me in the movie of my life? I keep meaning to write here but...well, you know... Just a little more than two weeks until my birthday and I'm feeling all mid-life crisis-y. Like, seriously, what the fuck have I done with my life? Or, perhaps, more importantly, what haven't I done with it? It doesn't help, probably, that I'm reading Cheryl Strayed's Wild and now I keep thinking I should just go hike the Pacific Coast Trail solo because that will teach me a thing or two. Things like perseverence and courage and self-reliance. It doesn't help that when I called BioMom this weekend she was cagey as hell about her cancer treatments. I mean, for fuck's sake, what mother is cagey with her daughter about chemo? Why change the subject? Why act uncomfortable? I'm your goddamned daughter, I want to be here for you. I want to know. Even the bad stuff. Other things creeping under my skin, in no particular order of importance: Getting older Maybe it's time for therapy again. Or pills. Or both. But god I hate pills and talking to a therapist just makes me cry but too often just feels passive--self-indulgent and whiny. This is why I need to go on a massive, three-state, possibly life-threatening solo hike, right? 11:59 am - 06.12.13
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