how this woman called me at 10:00 last night from new york to tell me what this felt like. how this sports writer is twenty-two years old and just graduated college. how writing this article about women sports writers in this city has lit a fire under me. how one of the editors at the tribune broke up a meeting to take my call on my lunch break yesterday and how that reaffirmed my faith in men in positions of power. how the amount of notes i have from my interviews is absurd, and yet, i keep contacting people. and how i am equal parts excited and terrified for this article to come out.
the disgusting amount of reading i've needed to do.
i ran seven minutes without stopping tuesday morning. i always let myself stop. i don't want to do that anymore. i lasted seven minutes before i started to wheeze uncontrollably. leave me alone, asthma.
how i've loved all the rain this week and how storms always make me feel better.
how tired i felt when jim asked, "why can't you be nice to yourself?"
the guy at mitchell's on sunday who looked like opie from sons of anarchy and how i am a fan of that look. and how i froze when he came by me to order another drink.
how much i love this show and there's only been one episode. i can't wait for tonight's with portia de rossi.
but it's been a long week and i'm tired and this coffee is finally starting to kick in.
also, how much i love every version of this song i can find.
change this feeling under my feet
change the sheets and then change me
this is my anthem right now. so grateful for this song. and this woman.
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