25

Is less "weird" than I had anticipated. Days before, my head had filled with strange ideas of misguided ventures. That perhaps I should be, or should have done more in my first 25 years.

Then again it's taken 25 years to have
my ups, my downs, to do stupid things, to do TRULY STUPID things, to have fun, to cry, found love, lost love, made friends, lost friends, laughed, created, and have dreamt. Most importantly I've been a daughter, a little sister, a big sister, a cousin and a granddaughter.

So if I'm not what I'm supposed to be now, well, we'll just see what it looks like after the next 25.

Fucked up

is he fell again......tonight he was lucky I was awake and heard him. I'll actually be afraid to go to sleep tomorrow night.

You know what's

Fucked up....waking up early, getting to the top of your stairs, and finding the other person you live with, laying at the bottom covered in blood after they hit their head falling. Fucked up is that they were conscious after they fell, and lay there god knows how long, unable to get up, but not calling for help because they "didn't want to wake you." Fucked up, is trying to live with someone, who has no desire to live.

Q:Is this getting to be too much for you
James'head: HOLYSWEETMOTHERFUCKINGCHRISTINATAXICABRIDINGAPOGOSTICK SAY YES FOR THE LOVE OF SANITY FUCKING SAY YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!
James' mouth: No I'm cool, it's ok.
James' head; WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THAT'S NOT WHAT I TOLD YOU TO SAY
Q:Ok.

Well, if Gloria can survive, I can too....or whatever.

Dear Subconscious,

I'm not sure why you've chosen to give me really strange dreams, and kind of unnerving nightmares lately...but I'd like it a lot if you'd kindly KNOCK IT OFF!!!

Yours
-James' conscious mind

So some days

You are the zen master, carving lines down a mountain like you are on a track. Blowing by people faster than you can see them and turning curves in a plow of snowfall. And other days you are the amateur who can barely make it down the hill and JESUS CHRIST THAT WAS ICE!!!

Yesterday, my first run was as the amateur. I barely made it down the easy slope in one piece, let alone with grace or dignity in tact. Banged up and bruised up I sheepishly made it to the chair lift, only to wonder that, I was actually going to do that again? I had forgotten how much it hurts landing so hard on your back, repeatedly knocking the wind out of yourself when you are least expecting it.

My second run was only marginally better after a superb spill off the chair lift. But the day was not as long as one would think it would have been. Surprising myself I continued down the slopes, and by my third run had gotten my balance, not to mention some of my nerve back and headed to harder trails. The spills still occurred, and I have the black and blue marks to prove it, but the speed soon overcame being afraid of the pain. Going so fast is intoxicating, and feeling the correlation between a slight shift in your hips and a steep slide into a curve is amazing. It's a feeling I never got skiing.
I like skiing, I even got good enough for a black diamond at it. But snowboarding, for whatever reason, is more exciting. I can only wonder at it, my center of gravity isn't where it normally is, I don't have poles to help me tweek just enough to keep me from falling. It's me on a board of fiberglass, and I love it so much more. Now if only I had a pair of waterproof gloves.