let’s get physical

The better part of my childhood was spent cross-legged. I’d sit with my legs crossed during bus rides and in front of the computer during my “hey, ma, look: I’m a web designer!” years. More often than not, I’d find one of my legs tucked comfortably underneath me.

When I began my plight into the working world, I encountered this strange ping, pang feeling in my legs. It felt as if something was dancing inside my veins, swimming throughout my legs. Due to a lack of health insurance after university, I was unable to visit a doctor to begin to decipher this feeling without swallowing an obscenely large medical expense. Instead, the Internet became my resource and I tried several home remedies to relieve the tension in my legs. Not to get political, but thanks be to Obama on behalf of everyone now under 26 years old who graduates college without any perspective health insurance: consider yourself lucky.

When I finally found my first “big girl job,” health insurance became my new best friend. After several trips to a local doctor, it was determined that I was a victim of the big, bad Varicose Vein (rrrrroar!). Generally, this is something that mostly concerns elderly patients, but can occur in young adults depending on the beauty of their circulation past. So, kids, if this note isn’t enough to convince you: do not sit cross-legged even if it is the most comfortable feeling in the world. (Ooh, I miss it.)

Prior to my treatment, I spent a considerable amount of time researching forums and web sites online to mentally prepare myself. However, much to my dismay, little-to-no real life experiences were shared. Many of my friends and coworkers seemed genuinely curious after my treatment since they themselves were secretly suffering similar symptoms as I did (which they felt comfortable enough to share after realizing that it was indeed a problem), so if you’re in a similar boat, this one’s for you. If not, I’ll be a considerate person and spare you with being rudely confronted with the details.

Proceed with caution: this is not a particularly glamorous story nor my proudest moment.

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the start of something

I’ve always been too serious. I’m one of those people that question every small-to-large decision in their life. As such, I pretty much worried my way through university. I tried not to think about the “big picture” for fear of not having an answer. Frankly, I still don’t have an answer. I’m not sure what I want to be “when I grow up,” nor am I sure that I ever will. I’ve always been envious of those who knew at age eight that they wanted to be a veterinarian, doctor, or study international law. Me? I majored in English Literature because I enjoyed to read and, first and foremost, I adored writing — so long as I had a subject to cling to.

After university, I haphazardly tried to discover myself. My parents divorced and I rebelled against my mother and moved across state to live with my boyfriend. In hindsight, while the decision appeared sudden at the time, it’s the best choice that I’ve ever made for myself.

So, in an effort to break outside the box and teeter without subject or cause, here I am.

This will be a place where I:

  • Do not capitalize my titles or blog title because I think it looks better. Yes, it bothers me that it’s “incorrect.” But, this is me not caring.
  • Share my experiences as the mother of a four-legged, furry rascal.
  • Confess that I have an unhealthy obsession with reading product labels. No, seriously: I’ll happily stand in that shampoo aisle for 35 minutes.
  • Admit that, were it an easy process to become a citizen of the United Kingdom (Scotland, specifically), I would be there without question.
  • Be painfully truthful about my efforts to become a healthier person.
  • Attempt to write as if it doesn’t matter who is reading. This has always been a significant problem for me.

And, most importantly:

  • This will be my space to post whatever is on my mind — a space to be candid and to help me realize that being free-spirited and enjoying the simple things can, indeed, be a way of life. It’s vital for me to not let my worrisome habits root themselves inside of me. Let’s call this therapy!

Thanks for riding along!