Only the Nurse knows what that something is…. I am writing this for her, and for us.  Yes for myself to be the best draft of me possible, but really it’s for her.

It’s all for her.  All of this.  I don’t think anything is worth doing if it’s not for her and our relationship.

Couple other people on this patio with me, talking, enjoying their Memorial Day.

Tomorrow it starts, and today the life of my time off ends.  And I could not be more excited, relieved.  Am I nervous?  NO…

My BDT thesis is a fighter’s… fighting to tell my story.  Live it and write it, and fight for that process…. I watch this footage of Mike Tyson training for his nearing fight with the YouTuber guy.  Okay Jake Paul… didn’t want to write his name but I made myself.  Anyway, seeing Tyson train, and his thoughts and words on discipline, that is me now in this new knowledge and note.

And if Jake Paul can turn himself into a fucking fighter with all his material and discipline and devoted work, then I can do literally ANYTHING.

And then I think of my dad and what he accomplished, and the Nurse and what she’s done..

Checked, and yes.  I am WELL over 2000 words.  Nurse on her way, one more post before she gets here.  Beautiful day… can’t wait to see her, spend the day with her, hear her easing and healing voice.  It is no coincidence that she is a nurse, the Nurse.

In my story to make me better, teach me…. Show me things that maybe I overlooked in the past.

Today has been a story-altering gust.  One needed and I kick myself for delaying but here I am and here it is this new story and we are together… the I AM tattoo on my left arm, speaking louder than ever since the first day I got it inked into my layer.

Can’t get Sedaris out of my head…. And I don’t want his words to leave.  Seriously, I think of how easy I have it, have had it.  The life my parents provided for my sister and I.

Jesus fucking Christ… time to catch up.