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Thanks to the Manic Monday meme for these questions:

If you could invite any five people to your birthday party, who would they be?

• my Sexy Husband Poobah Stephen
• my half-brother Scott, who I’ve never met in person
• Seat #3 would cycle between all my friends who I haven’t seen in forever and miss terribly
• Leonardo da Vinci
• Tony Robbins

What birthday has been your favorite so far? What about it made it special?

My 37th birthday was my favorite. 37 is a prime number composed of pleasing colors and sounds (I’m a synesthete), and I bought myself the birthday gift of a fun little motorcycle I’d been wanting for many years (white Honda Rebel 250). Also, it’s just old enough to be an adult without being anywhere near “over the hill” – our society has so many odd conversations about decade birthdays I’d rather not participate in.

What one thing are you craving today?

To have already completed all the to-dos (sort, purge = recycle/donate/gift/throw away, tidy up) on my To-Do List of Massive Purging (closets, books, schmatta, tchochkes, etc.).

…and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.

I started today (now yesterday) all fruminous jabbery and franxious (frazzled + anxious) and when I finally couldn’t stand the monkey poo in my head anymore I remembered that it was ok to move. Encouraged, even. The moving, not the monkey poo. I was and am tired of feeling timid about hurting some other bodypart/thing stupid, and my reluctance to breathe deeply and risk shoving my first rib into a painfully wrong space has seriously gotten in the way of killing off that timidity before it spreads to other things (like a fungus, timidity is). Continue reading

Thanks to Show My Face for the Six Word Saturday meme:

Feeling optimistic, what will hurt today?