A revision

I have decided to amend my previous statement that being '30 kinda sucks' and just go ahead and throw all of 2012 in there.  I'm doing that because 2012 is going to be over a lot quicker than being 30 is going to be over. 

2012 can suck it.  It was the year of the mystery rash, ungodly school-related stress, hemorrhoids, intermittent heartbreak and most recently, an infected boil.  Seriously, if I get plagued with another geriatric ailment I'm going to insist on moving into a retirement center.

You may be thinking, why yes, those things all suck, but what about a) the good things that happened and b) all of the MUCH MUCH worse things that COULD have happened?  You have a good point, dear reader, but I'm wallowing, dammit.

I recently looked at the 2012 in photos (Year in photos part 1) and was reminded of the incredible spectra that exist between devastation and triumph, innovation and disaster, joy and misery.  We're all somewhere on these spectra at some point, along with everyone else on the planet.

So with that in mind, I will end this self-indulgent ranting with a reminder to myself about running in a canyon in the beautiful foothills of El Paso with my brother, becoming a godmother for the first time, swimming in the clear water of a lake in the central Oregon mountains and also that time my professor abbreviated 'units of analysis' as 'units of anal' on the chalkboard. 

Thirty kinda sucks.

So far, being 30 kinda sucks.  I've had hemorrhoids for a month, I had to pay $600 to fix my busted Jeep, I cut my thumb really bad on Thanksgiving and I'm an academic slave to my adviser.  I know that some good things have happened, too, I just can't really think of them right now.  I'll think of them later, when I'm not sitting on a cushion.

Also, my fantasy football team is shit. 

I think most of these things are first world problems with the exception of my butt woes and nearly severing my own thumb.  Although I cut it as I was chopping romaine lettuce for a salad.  At my parents' beach house.