Why am I here?

In 201o I ran the NYC Marathon. I thought I was going to die. Seriously…thought I was going to die. A few days after continuing to live I wrote a little piece…on Facebook (because I’m deep) called 26.2 things I learned, or something super deep like that.  Some of my friends, (the real ones, not the ones who just say Happy Birthday and then wait a year to write on your page again) told me I should be writing a blog. Me? Now? Nah.

so yeah..here I am. In 2015. Whatever, I never said I was a go getter.

The other day while texting (there is a red line under “texting”. why? what the heck? That isn’t a word? I teach English by the way. Pray for the babies) my BiggerLittle (this is what I call my little brother, if you can’t figure out why you should probably stop here and no longer read my post) I went on this huge rant…which is SO unlike me, about how I don’t want to wake up one morning at 60 realizing I never did the things I said I wanted to do, wishing I had gone places and done things and ran and jumped and read good books and wrote stories and and and…he replied “just write” (he’s deep) so…here I am.

I’ll cross things off my bucket list as I go…travel..eat good food..and just be. Because when I’m 60, I wanna be able to be able to look back and not regret the things I didn’t do. So..join me if you’d like. Cross off some items with me, or try to do some and change your mind just like I might LOL Remember failing isn’t failing if you learn something from it.. Right?  (Deep)

I’m glad you are here.