Sometimes I come in there and have no idea what’s going to come out. Then the voice in my head speaks. It goes something like this:
Voice: “Megan turned 31 yesterday.”
Voice: “Hey, didn’t you start this blog on her birthday?”
Me: (Looks through the archive and discovers Sweet 16.)
Voice: “Isn’t there some song lyric that goes…”
Me: (Searches song with lyric turned 31)
And here we are. I did start this blog on Megan’s birthday in 2005. Fifteen years of Fifteenkey has produced 905 posts, though things have slowed since 2012-13 with not one post authored in 2014. I wonder what the fuck was going on then? Oh. Dr. Joe. Panic Attacks. Celexa. Yeah, good times.
Anyway, since then I discovered meditation and happiness. The practice has trained my mind to stop unproductive trains of thought as they try to tunnel down into darkness. Actually, that shit never happens anymore. Huh. I guess a millimeter of improvement over a few years adds up.
Which brings me to my current muse, the weight-loss thing. Tomorrow is a weigh-in day and I’m hoping to be on my schedule of 5 pounds a month. It’s going to be close, and the superhero-sized piece of birthday cake I had last night won’t help. The good news is that the weight-loss is taking stress off of my arthritic hips so today’s workout was the first back-to-back workout days in years and I feel… (I just got up to walk around a bit) pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, good! Maybe I’ll go for the trifecta tomorrow. The weigh-in will happen regardless.
Oh, and the birthday girl got engaged last night! Yep. You know that one line in the Bob Seger song that goes, “You better get yourself a partner?” Well, she did and he’s a wonderful human. Congratulations, my girl!