Day 289

Confession: Tonight I had a party for the hysterectomy I had back in April. We went to an Irish Pub where I had this poster on display—and black balloons. Then we went out dancing.

I feel good and bad.  I wanted to host, until I was face to face with those who care about me. My social anxiety got the better of me, until I danced to a song I like. I wanted to meet a guy, until one took me out to eat. I liked exploring Vancouver, until the noise had me plugging my ears.

It’s overwhelming. I know what I want, and I know the discomfort I have to get through to explore it. I guess my hysterectomy is an example of that.

I think this is the latest I’ve ever posted. It’s 5:30am but I haven’t slept yet, so it’s still July 25 to me.