Life vs. Meg comin' at ya!

Well I feel like a lot has happened, and I don't really know what to make of it; I am just going to start from where I left off.

It's been almost a month since I left 3O, and boy what a month it has been.
In case you haven't heard, here is where I'm at.

A deer ran into June (sidekick-car) and I at 5:30 on a Tuesday morning on my way to coach swim.
Found out June was going to be totaled, and did it via phone.
Had a rental, then get to drive Les' car til I get my new blue thing! (cruising around in a BMW is pretty SWANK for all records!!)

 

Found a car for the price we wanted SCORE! (2013 blue raspberry June--Honda fit).

 

Found out I am in my walking boot bud for 3 more weeks because it's healing slow; getting to see my calf muscles-my favorite part of my body- go away.

But I still get to play, and swing with my favorite girls, so it can't be that bad.

 

Getting to be a stellar swimmer, and in process coach our tri group and my friends to get there too.

 

Got a ticket on the way to Chattanooga in a speed trap.  And I quote, "You see that sign RIGHT THERE.  That is where it is 70--not right here.  So, here's a ticket."
But still got to watch my kindred spirit kill her 70.3 with her oldest, AG.  Got to cheer with MH, and walk 7 miles around the city while tearing up on every portion because of the memories that city has for me.

Sunkist pom poms for the win.



Love this picture and this girl more than words can convey.

Get back, and come to find out my 'little' cough is walking pneumonia.  *eye roll*

Oops.

Anything else life?  I sure hope not.

Now.  That is tough for any person to deal with.  I got that. 

But I need you to relate with me.  I just discharged from attempting to seek life; seek freedom; seek the world that God created me to live in.  I am jumping from 'active' recovery to 'passive' recovery moment-by-moment if you'd like to know.  It has been one of the toughest months, yet a month I am embracing dearly.  Recovery truly began the moment I signed that I was done there, and what a ride it is.


My friend from 3O sent this to me, and though it's SO true for her and I, September 27th was the day of IMCHATT. Crazy.

I love going to work.  I am sitting in my bed wishing I was at Fleet Feet because those people make my life endlessly better.  Don't get me wrong; there's no way I could work right now, but I just miss it.  We have a kick butt staff always ready to help the customer, and I wouldn't change a part of it.

I love all my roommates.  I have 3 of them now, and getting to do life here reminds me I am indeed a normal 24 year old girl seeking the fullest potential of life alongside them.

So, life is coming at me full force, but I know I have a tribe of people here encouraging me to keep going, and that makes all of this worth it, and more fun-seeking.

But for now, I am hitting up the Nuun, water, yogurt, sleep, and that's about it.
Also the lemon Lysol is our houses new perfume for the next few days. Props to Renee'.
Party life is happening at the 105.