"People think life is short. It isn't, life is long. The next right thing will come to you. Let it. Just be ready.”
This year, I:
Got drunk in New Orleans
Got drunk in Vegas.
Got drunk at home. Alone.
Got drunk on a party bus destined for Calgary.
Was administered morphine in the emergency room of my local hospital.
So far, it’s shaping up as quite a wild year, right?
Sought help from a mental health professional.
Sought help from a general surgeon.
Sought help from a dental surgeon.
Had my gallbladder removed.
Had my wisdom tooth removed.
Had substantial amounts of money removed from my bank account to pay aforementioned professionals.
Travelled to Canada.
White-water rafted on the Kananaskis River.
Rock climbed in the Rocky Mountains.
Hiked in the Rocky Mountains.
Fell off a horse named Irish.
Watched eight ten-year-old girls be thrown from their horses.
Visited Calgary, Banff, Vancouver, Canmore, Powell River, Medicine Hat, Cold Lake.
Got lost coming home from Calgary.
Was scarred for life travelling home from Vancouver.
Worked in a spa in a mountain resort.
Read a lot of books. Some better than others.
Met some truly horrid people and realised some I already knew are also horrid. Number of dickheads per capita is consistent the world over.
Made numerous new friends, some of them life-long. Keepers.
Missed my friends in Australia.
Missed my family.
Still don’t know what to do with the rest of my life, but I’m ready.
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