Getting Closer

My 2017 was a year of progress that was not visible to outsiders.

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2017 was supposed to be the year I got a gastric sleeve. While I’m still in the weight-loss program, I still haven’t done it. If I haven’t done it by the end of March, I probably won’t end up doing it. For the longest time I’ve been afraid to do it. I’ve been afraid of failure.

It is better to try and fail than not to try at all, which is something that has put me on stages performing for years. It is what has led me to profess my love and fall flat on my face. I have shot my shot in many different ways and failure hasn’t stopped me. Why should it stop me now?

My fortieth birthday is March 26. I would like to have the surgery around that time. I like to think of it as a rebirth. It will be a better time for me. The weather will be warmer, no holiday season to fret over. I could have had the surgery in early October but I didn’t want to. I knew the recovery period would coincide with the holidays and I didn’t want that hassle.

I have had some personal breakthroughs. Last year I told my story of childhood abuse. I never thought I would ever tell that story aloud. There it is, preserved for eternity. The internet will archive it even if this website goes tits up.

By the way, “internet” is demanding I capitalize it. I see the red line underneath it. I don’t think I ought to. Nor should I/we capitalize “tv” or “god”. Let’s try something here facebook . . . yep, facebook wants to be capitalized.  What about reddit? Yup, same thing. Hey google. Yep.

The brands are a little too sentient.

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