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!"