I’ve been sitting here trying to reflect on what 31 means to me today. While I’ve got deadlines looming, a busy weekend ahead of birthday celebrations and work every chance that I get, it’s hard for me to devote a lot of attention to the gravity of 31 years with Type 1 diabetes.
Last year, for my 30th Diaversary, I jumped out of an airplane. It was an incredible experience, and I vowed that I would do something just as equally amazing every year for my Diaversary. Living awesome with diabetes is worth celebrating every day, but even more so on the day that you were diagnosed with what was once believed to be a death sentence.
Today, on my 31st Diaversary, my goals are to meet the five (count them…FIVE!) work deadlines that require my attention. I want to line up some of my blog posts for next week’s Diabetes Blog Week. I need to send some emails, and tie up a few loose ends. I’m hoping to be able to go into this weekend with some semblance of a sense of accomplishment.
Oh, and maybe I’m going to a Star Trek themed Murder Mystery Dinner tonight.
A. Star. Trek. Themed. Murder. Mystery. Dinner.
Make it so, Number One! MAKE IT FRIGGIN’ SO!
Also, A-Flizzle had a bobblehead made of me for my 31st Diaversary. I’m already imagining all of the adventures and photo opportunities for me and my bobblehead at Friends For Life this year.
Check out the caption A-Flizzle put on it. She’s pretty swell. Cue “Awww…” aaaaand…ACTION!
All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my mandatory Diaversary cupcake.