Jesus... if I'd have known turning 41 was gonna be so awesome...
I'd have done it every year.
Have ya ever had so much you wanted to say, all at the same time, you just can't say anything yet?Well... that's where I am right now. My head feels like a topic tornado. So many things all wantin' to come out at once.
And...all of it's GOOD!
Now, there's a first, eh? I think my biggest problem is that I'm not sure where to start. Then, I'm not sure how to impart some of the info. (That it's good info, doesn't necessarily mean 'easy to get out properly' info... ya know?) Then there's the whole "I still can't quite comprehend it all myself, yet" thing. Actually, the 'where to start' part I have figured out, to some extent. With you guys.
This blog and the people I've met through it are just incredible. I want to thank every one of you who wished me a happy birthday and let ya's know...It worked! It was happy... and then some. (To put it mildly.)
And, what I'd really like to do is HUG every one of you guys. Short of that, the next best thing I can do is work out a post to tell you all about it that's as close to as wonderful as it really was... and still is.
Which is what I'm gonna try to do. Knowing me and the way my brain works (when it does), I may have a few other random things to say before I get all that said, so... *shrug* Ya know? Tell ya this much tho.. I used to think days were endless and time just dragged and took waaay to long to pass.
Not anymore.
Now, I almost wish there were about 36 hours in a day and, far from just waiting for the relief of death, I hope I never do that, right now. (That is subject to change, at least once a month for a few days in a week, okay?) I feel more alive now and like I have more opportunites and potential to make some kinda difference somewhere for someone... or two... or even 10 than I can ever remember feeling before.
I can matter.... maybe even to me. Wow. What a concept.
I'm still trying to get a handle on it. So, I think I'm gonna go work on that for a bit.
I'll be back. I love you guys.
Thank you once again. For everything.
(Retroactive to the first day I wrote the first sentence in the first incarnation of this blog.)
I already know that every step a person has ever taken is what led them to where they are now, so... every one of YOU has helped me get to where I am right now.
"Thank you" doesn't even start to cover it. Peace...
Comments
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Dear Stevie - Sorry I missed yesterday. Hope you will count this birthday wish toward your "41". Ever since I found you (via Acidman), you have been a daily joy to read. I'm just sorry I'm not Bret. Love, Terry
Posted by: Terry Reynolds at May 01, 2004 01:30 PM (gUmnr)
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You know, you do matter... I have read from one end of this blod to the other now and I've read every comment for every entry and it is so clear to me that you matter.... And From those entries, its clear to everyone else too.
The difference you make is continual...and breathtaking... just like you.
Always...
Rei
The difference you make is continual...and breathtaking... just like you.
Always...
Rei
Posted by: Rei at May 01, 2004 01:42 PM (UEv1X)
Posted by: Rei at May 01, 2004 01:44 PM (UEv1X)
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Happy Birthday to you. 
Posted by: Maeve at May 01, 2004 05:59 PM (6E1RR)
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Posted by: Rei at May 02, 2004 05:37 PM (UEv1X)
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Bush vs Kerry
G.W Bush and John Kerry somehow ended up at the same barbershop.
As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word
was spoken.
The barbers were even afraid to start a conversation for fear it would turn to
politics.
As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Kerry in his chair reached
for the aftershave. Kerry was quick to stop him saying "No thanks, my wife Theresa
will smell that and think i've been in a whorehouse."
The second barber turned to Bush and said," How 'bout you?" Bush replied, "Go ahead, my wife doesn't know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like."
G.W Bush and John Kerry somehow ended up at the same barbershop.
As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word
was spoken.
The barbers were even afraid to start a conversation for fear it would turn to
politics.
As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Kerry in his chair reached
for the aftershave. Kerry was quick to stop him saying "No thanks, my wife Theresa
will smell that and think i've been in a whorehouse."
The second barber turned to Bush and said," How 'bout you?" Bush replied, "Go ahead, my wife doesn't know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like."
Posted by: Rei at May 02, 2004 05:39 PM (UEv1X)
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