I am blogging with Glee in the background. It's the Madonna episode. Do you know I was obsessed with Madonna in highschool? I mean, truly obsessed. I would spend hours in front of our black and white TV playing the only video of her I owned, dancing away. My room was covered with pictures of hers. I was determined to become a famous geneticist, never marry, and live this 100% independent life. I still think she is amazing with her ability to challenge norms and break molds. I still get shivers when I hear one of her old songs...
And no, I did not become a famous geneticist, and I did the whole marriage and child thing, but somehow I managed to remain independent (as independent as you can be when you are married, with a child and a job). I really don't miss those teenage years. Or my 20s. Love my 30s, though, I grew into myself in my 30s, if you know what I mean. I am content. I am at peace. I still strive, but I accept. I enjoy my life.
I've had all these "deep" thoughts during my night, headlamp lit, easy 12 miler today. Night, quiet, peace, after a day packed with thoughts and words and more words. Things are just as they should be right now, just as they should be. It's good, it's really good!
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