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I found a tidal wave

Begging to tear down the door

Memories like bullets

They fired at me from a gun

Cracking me open now

I swim to brighter days

Despite the absence of sun

Choking on salt water

I'm not giving in

You gotta swim

_jM

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I think I've put off writing about this day because...when I actually think about all of the tiny moments that gave me pause, it kind of blows my mind.

 

These aren't the sexiest or most-artistic or best-quality photos, but what they lack in artistry, I think they make up for in feels.

 

Tinder is supposed to be a stupid app where you meet people that you think you'll have fun with, right? Like, physical fun. You don't (ok, at least I didn't) expect to find someone that thinks to bring takeout from 2.5 hours away, on a Friday night, after driving 10 hours...just because.

 

There are a lot of reasons this shouldn't work. And a lot of ways that it doesn't/can't work. But you know that whole leaning in thing? I'm trying to apply that to life. And am trying to not run away just because there's a preconceived notion of how I "should" feel, or what I "should" be doing, or who I "should" be choosing to spend my time with.

 

It's not the easiest, but it actually feels really good.

 

And uh, I got a tattoo. Another tattoo, just as not-noticeable as my first. I've been thinking about it for a year, and turning 35 in a few weeks seemed appropriate.

 

Someday, I'll tell you the story of that.

Done