After a few insanely stressful months of work where even coming up with 140 witty Twitter characters felt like a chore, I’d all but decided to retire my Tumblr. An extra-long line at DD this morning and some residual tears from Stuart Scott’s speech tipped the scales in the other direction, it seems.
(Plus my Instagram captions were getting too long and I was actually starting to use Facebook again…shudder.)
When you die, it does not mean that you lose to cancer. You beat cancer by how you live, while you live and the manner in which you live.
Stuart Scott at tonight’s ESPY awards (via mabtv3)
If we’re going to insist on using warrior language about people whose bodies have, at a basic cellular level, actually turned against them, I think it’s so important to acknowledge that those who are about to ‘lose’ their ‘battle’ exhibit the greatest amounts of courage. The people who have died never (willingly) gave up.
We now know that 24 hours without sleep, or a week of sleeping four or five hours a night induces an impairment equivalent to a blood alcohol level of .1 percent. We would never say, ‘This person is a great worker! He’s drunk all the time!’ yet we continue to celebrate people who sacrifice sleep for work.
-Got in a fight with a coworker that involved a slammed door before 10:00 am (and I don’t do confrontation)
-Cried twice before noon
-Got snapped at repeatedly for not ‘managing’ partners who make 10x my salary
Tonight I’m hoping that:
-A Nats win
-A Wizards win
-Washington’s first draft pick
-And a bottle of wine
I took an unintentional reading hiatus for most of March, but just picked this back up and devoured the rest of it in three days. The lump in my throat turned into full body sobs for the last few chapters last night. We’ll just file that under a much needed emotional release.