foreign

The best part of it all is that it all means so much to me, but doesn't make an ounce of sense to you. Watch me go.

choking

It's lucky I can Heimlich maneuver myself or else I'd probably be cold right now. Good thing my family is so quick to act - he stood across the kitchen telling me not choke, as I choked. Telling me to breathe, as I choked.

"Are you choking?"

I coughed up in the sink. Thanks for your assistance.

happy birthday

For the first time in a while, I am both comfortable with myself and my surroundings. I'm not consistently scowling. I feel a positive air around me. I fit. Oh, it feels so good to fit! I'm excited and happy and calm. I love my friends, I love my family, and - dare I say it? - I love myself. Today, I do. I look good, I feel good ... It's like I finally got over whatever lump I was struggling through. I'm an age that I am not fighting against. I've been waiting for and dreading this moment for such a long time, the day an unreachable milestone. It's here and I smile as I walk by. I've never been as happy about a birthday in a long, long time. Thank you. To all my very different, colorful slices. Choo, choo.