Sixteen Years



Today was incredibly somber for me, and I am certain other people felt this way, as well. Every year, a deep part of me re-lives 9/11. I wasn’t afraid, not for a second, but I was definitely in silent, angry shock. Sixteen years later, I still can’t believe all that has transpired since that day.

I haven’t been back home in a long time. I miss it. I’ll never stop being proud of where I come from. My city, every part of it, is deeply enmeshed in who I am. Someone told me that they like where I live now “because it’s kind of like New York, but much smaller”. Yeah, not so much.


But There Were Some Things I Believed In

“But there were some things I believed in. Some things I had faith in. And faith isn’t about perfect attendance to services, or how much money you put on the little plate. It isn’t about going sky-clad to the Holy Rites, or meditating each day upon the divine.
Faith is about what you do. It’s about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It’s about making sacrifices for the good of others – even when there’s not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are.” ―Jim Butcher

The Never-ending Nightmare

After two conversations with my doctor’s office in the past two days, I finally put my foot down and demanded a referral to a Rheumatologist. I feel like I’M the doctor, because it’s been three weeks and they still haven’t managed to acquire my records from other physicians. I was told to reach out to them… I did not realize it was part of ,my job description. I’m fed up and I’m tired of being told my neck/back/spine is “just a muscle thing”. No, it isn’t. I’m many things, but dumb isn’t one of them. So yeah, it’s been a frustrating week, to say the least.