Talked to my mom today--since I moved we've begun to talk a lot more--like it's opened up some of the walls that have spent the past two decades building and settling. We were talking about my writing and she told me something interesting that I never knew about myself. Apparently, when I was seven or so, the eye doctor told my mother that my eyes had so many problems that he wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to read, or read without serious headaches. My mom said she, to this day, is absolutely shocked that I can read, and that I like to read.
I just learned this.
Interesting.
Cool, ok well feels good to overcome some adversity that I didn't know I had.
I totally could've used that in college to get out of some assignments I'm sure. Dangit.
It's strange irony that the thing I wasn't supposed to be able to do I now want to do with the rest of my life.
I do get the headaches though, I just thought that was me being a hypochondriac. Oh well.
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