ego stroking

On the eve of my birthday, while I dwell on the fact that I had my first miscarriage at age 27, and am now about to turn 32, I thought I'd distract myself from the self-pitying tone this blog often takes and celebrate myself (or at least the things in my life that DON'T suck) on the advice of the naturopath I saw last week.

• I love tattoos, and am planning my next piece (with the help of a former student of mine, which is slightly weird but not really!)

• My Hubby is great, and always amusing. He talks in his sleep sometimes, which will always make me chuckle for hours. His latest bout of gabbiness involved lamenting over the "retarded spiders" (apparently, they were everywhere!).
  
• Jeremiah Weed sweet tea vodka. Yum. Nuff said.
• Unexpected friendship blessings, both in real life and on the internets.
  
• I'm glad that I have figured out how to ward off some of the sadness by working out. Exercise endorphins = cheaper than therapy.
• My supportive family - I've always felt like somewhat of an outsider (I'm the youngest of all the cousins, after all), so I never really knew how supportive they all could be until we started opening up about our fertility struggles.
• My wonderful pets. They're fun and cuddly and keep me grounded (even if they sometimes drive me insane).
• My kindle. Best. Gift. Ever.
• I finally got back into road racing, and finished a 20k earlier this year. I'm planning on running it again this year, and adding some other races to my schedule (unless, of course, I get pregnant, in which case I'd be more than willing to adjust my schedule!).
• I love my house. It's not nearly "done" or decorated as I'd like it to be, and it's always a drain on our money and time, but it's in a great area to raise a family. Or, at the very least - if that whole family thing doesn't work out for us - to stumble home from the bars without having to pay for cab fare.
  

I hope that all of you find something to celebrate today!