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FullSizeRender-1FullSizeRender Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.

We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going. 

In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…

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Along the trail…


I am still so surprised at how happy the simple act of riding my bike makes me.

It’s the crazy season at work, made more so by being shorthanded. Two people from our team of five have left for other pursuits. Thank goodness the season is half over! However, I’m still staring at my computer from 8-5 each day, painfully aware of the hours flying by without me. I’m focusing so hard that often my forehead actually hurts at the end of the day from being furrowed in concentration.

When I break for lunch and ride the three miles home it’s akin to releasing a caged bird, or the last day of school, or a calf bolting from the corral, heels a-kickin’.  I’m sure I look like a madwoman flying down the river trail, grinning from ear to ear, nodding at everyone I pass, a 64 year old woman playing that she’s 12 again. I’m living proof that “you’re only one bike ride away from a good mood”.

It’s not quite the longed-for journey of weeks on the road, wheels singing away the miles, spending nights cuddled into my tent under the stars. It’s not that, but it makes me happy.



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