About statements are hard. I wrote one a while back, and reading it now…it sounds fluffy and pretentious.

Blech.

But then again, I never could decide which was my deadly sin. Sloth or vanity? It’s so hard to choose just one!

So….there is that.

I survived a heart attack when I was 40. A kind that often kills. The “widowmaker,” they call it. I got 5 stents and spent 4 days in the hospital. Over Christmas.

This experience impacted me in ways I have not even processed yet. I’m still learning who I am, post-traumatic event.

So who am I? A seeker. Learning. Educated. Afraid. Brave. Shy. Proud.

Still figuring shit out.