Stuff I did the year I was twenty eight:

• I was really into yoga.
• I was really into juicing.
• I rode my bike a few times.
• I ran a few times.
• Started listening to new music, again.
• Started using fabric softener, and making it from white vinegar.
• Learned how to be a nicer atheist.
• Learned how to stop over-sharing my eating habits, like an eating evangelist.
• Started talking about Reese’s cerebral palsy.
• Fell in love with fat activism.
• Came out as a feminist.
• Employed re-usable bags almost always.
• Learned how to argue with Jesse more constructively.
• Kissed, hugged, and chewed on Reese and Elliott a billion- kagillion times.
• Mourned an old friends death, and learned a little more about my own mortality.
• Got hurt and stopped doing yoga.
• Embraced change.
• Felt gratitude.
• Slept really well, for the most part.
• Got addicted to stand-up comedy (WHAT?)
• Ate an apple with almond butter for breakfast probably 300 days out of the year.
• Exercised some pent up creativity through writing, photography, and chalk board drawings.
• Spent a little extra time with my niece.
• Stopped putting so many terms on my peace of mind.
• Had 1.5 hangovers.
• Made ammends with a few old conflicts.
• Enjoyed new friendship.
• Grew my own tomatoes.
• Took both my kids in for operations.
• Deleted a thousand sentences that sounded too cliche.
• Posted something like 65 blog entries.