I have this knot in my throat. The kind of knot that makes it hurt to swallow. I feel like I’m in the belly of the proverbial beast; my heart is racing and my breath is labored.
Oh, these damn butterflies – the unrelenting fluttering and quake in my stomach – make me want to curl up under my desk and wish this biochemical psychological shitstorm away.
This high level of anxiousness makes me ready for battle. But, for what? Why am I in this state today?
I think this is my body’s way of craving adventure. I’ve been hiding under rocks, under blankets, and under books. Perhaps this sudden wave of tension is my brain telling me to get out and experience that scary, weird world out there.
M@ was right…
30 isn’t scary at all. In fact, I actually think it’ll grow on me. My birthday was awesome, mostly because Drew entertained all my whims of the day. This included breakfast at Roxy’s, getting amazing Trophy Cupcakes, driving out to Golden Gardens Park in Ballard, and finishing with Death Cab for Cutie and The New Pornographers out at Marymoor Park. Seattle kept the festive mood going by giving me the perfect high 70’s sunshine to warm my soon-to-be-leathery old lady skin.
Kidding.
In other news, my official LSAT studying begins at the end of this month. The big day is September 26, so I’ll have two months of intensive, hair-pulling study sessions. Or my preparation will be a last-minute rush to figure out all the stupid logic games because I was too lazy to discipline myself to pouring over the study guide. Who am I kidding, it will most likely be the latter.
So how are your summers going? And why have we not hung out yet? Yes, I’m looking at you.