What was it Andrew said? Only the cool kids don't update their blogs (or something like that). Obviously, I'm just cool... ;)
I'm not one for New Years resolutions, but it being the season for it and all that I've started thinking about it a little. Maybe one too many snow days has left me a little starved of mental stimulation... I try to make the changes I want to make all year round, and this year has been a big year for me in that respect. I'm a better (well, I think so) and happier person because of it.
As I've gotten older I've become more squeamish, more scared of hurting myself and, apparently, a bit of a wuss it seems. Maybe that's because being the klutz I am actually entails hurting myself more than the average person?
This week I took the plunge - for the past 10 years I have been trying to make myself give blood. Sometimes I've even gotten through the doorway of the centre. Its not the needles - those I don't care about at all. And its not the blood per se. Its the same feeling I get when I think of losing teeth... nausea comes over in a wave and the world spins in a progressively greying manner. I feel like my life-force is about to drain out of me (to which, unhelpfully the nurse at the blood centre replied 'well, it kind of is'). So this time I actually did it! Yay! And it was fine, and I feel good about it. Roll on four months time when I can go again.
And much like everything else this year, I sit wondering why I didn't do that before now. So much wasted time. No more! Well, maybe a little, since I am still sitting in the house a bit scared of slipping on the ice (again)...
