My Journey By Days
On day 1 I was born.
On day 113 I found my toes and stuck them in my mouth.
On day 283 I was learning to walk.
On day 377 I discovered my belly button.
On day 588 I played in the fall leaves.
On day 659 I was getting interested in potty training.
On day 1,074 I could still fit into a laundry basket with my brother.
On day 1,597 I had my first day of nursery school.
On day 1,896 I put my cat in a dress and bonnet.
On day 3,036 I couldn’t wait till recess to get a rock out of my shoe.
On day 3,534 I got roller blades for Christmas.
On day 3,672 M came to my house after school.
On day 4,156 we built a tree house.
On day 4,188 I had the song “Fork in the Road” stuck in my head.
On day 4,217 I was worried that my friend K might go back to Alaska.
On day 4,404 I “traded S.C. a normal, constant flow black pen for a cute bugs bunny pen…”
On day 4,229 my cousin died.
On day 4,497 another cousin died in a car accident.
On day 4,915 my wrist was in a splint because a boy accidentally tripped me at soccer.
On day 4,956 Best Friend R spent the night at my house.
On day 5,258 a boy asked me to the homecoming dance.
On day 5,457 I had my first track meet.
On day 5,657 I scored in our soccer tournament game.
On day 6,028 I was missing my brother, who was at college.
On day 6,210 I got my driver’s license.
On day 6,726 I was starting my DTS in YWAM.
On day 6,851 I was in Thailand.
On day 6,896 I started working at the assisted-living facility.
On day 6,919 (or near abouts) I was rejected by YWAM.
On day 7,193 Best Friend R got married.
On day 7,334 Brother got married.
On day 7,350 I was in Russia.
On day 7,408 I was in Ireland.
On day 7,636 I went to college classes.
On day 7,692 I was in Bethlehem, Palestine/Israel.
On day 8,028 I gave a solo piano recital.
On day 8,233 I got all-conference honors for my final season of college soccer.
On day 8,413 I graduated with my Bachelor’s degree.
On day 8,625 I had my first contact with Pickle Man.
On day 8,639 I got my belly button pierced.
On day 8,769 I ran a half marathon.
On day 8,821 I graduated with my Master’s in Social Work.
On day 8,924 I resigned from the assisted-living facility, accepted a job as a counselor, and Pickle Man and I ended our dating relationship.
On day 8,928 I wrote this post.