Palliativity 219: thirty

Today I turned 30.

I never used to think that these watershed birthdays had some arbitrary epicness assigned to them, but this year leaves me fairly convinced.

Until this past January, I’d pretty much resigned myself to crippling chronic pain forever. After this year in treatment I feel better than I’ve ever felt before. At thirty, Im getting my second chance at youth.

At the same time, the decades of labour I’ve put into my artwork and judo have catapulted me into this crazy life I’m leading with my love at my side. If you’d asked kid-sized me what I wanted to do when I grew up, the only professions missing on my resume are astronaut and dolphin trainer.

Unshackled from pain and with new found ambition, I’m not looking at life as just a series of unrelenting challenges. No longer am I dictated to settle by my lack of spoons. I’m free to grow and to improvise. For the first time in my adult life, I am free to do things my way and to live on my terms.

Here’s to 30.

Our Fair City | http://ourfaircity.com — Photo by Sebastian Orr Photography 2013 | http://sebastianorrphoto.com

This party is just getting started 😉

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