The Endo Times

That gem of a quote was provided by Dave the other day while we were walking around the lake. We came to some geese standing on the walking path, and as I was reminding Dave about the demon geese at the Riverwalk that chase me when I'm running, I discretely made my way to his other side, so as not to be close to the geese. "Did you really just do that?" he asked me. "If they chase you, all you have to do is punch them. I've punched a goose before." Literally almost died laughing. I'm laughing again thinking about it now. ANYWAY, that's not really what today's post is about, but I got a good laugh out of it, and I was hoping you would, too. I ain't tryin' to mess with you, dude. Dave's story about punching a goose may not be what today's post is about, but it did get me thinking about comfort zones—in that case, my comfort zone being avoiding the geese rather than standing up to them (though I just don't know about punchin...

For some reason, no one ever gets this reference and it makes me so sad. If you got the reference in this week's title, please hit me up. Come over and let's drink wine together. So, anyway, I took last week off, though I guess I should really say "off," because it wasn't a vacation by any means—we were moving to a new place (more about that later), and I just didn't have time. I did miss writing this blog last week, though. It's been really cathartic and therapeutic to get these thoughts out of my mind and these feelings off my chest. And it's even better knowing that someone is actually reading. I love hearing your feedback, and I love that I've been able to start some conversations. If you're reading right now, much appreciation. Thank you. But that's enough feelings for now! With the move and the meds, I've had quite enough of those over the past few weeks, which is difficult for someone like me who really does not like expressin...