Ten years

I've been thinking about this day a lot as it crept closer and closer, and now I'm stress-eating maple leaf cream cookies while thinking how to make this post Significant. Today marks ten years since I got hit by an SUV while walking down a sidewalk near Washington Square Park, not long after moving to New York. I fondly refer to it as my Alive Day, since somehow, despite landing on a concrete sidewalk, I rolled out of there alive. And now, ten years later, I feel the need to reflect in a way that's extra-profound. But I can't seem to find the right words, other than the usual, "Thanks, universe!"

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Go be alive

Yes, it's that day again. That day where I think back to an October 20th years ago when everything changed. Is it getting old? Maybe. There's a good chance that all of you reading this are already like "GEEZ, we get it, some shit happened and you got all broken and then you got better. Can we go back to eating candy corn?" Well, for me, I don't think it's ever going to get old.

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