Wednesday, Bloody Humpday?

I am easily proud of myself. I say this because I gave blood for the first time in my life and actually thought to myself 'I saved a life today.' Then I felt heroic and wonderful.

I also bought new running shoes last night and went for a (very short) jog in the rain.

Then I felt heroic and wonderful. Not really, but you understand the it's the little things that really impact me.

I find myself bothered when I give good friends advice based on my own life experience and they disregard it completely. By no means do I consider myself to be an expert on most subjects -- but when I tell someone, 'Hey, if you keep doing this, it's going to hurt your heart far worse in the end. Believe me, I've done the same thing," I expect at least a flutter of 'Gee, maybe she's onto something.'

I really don't think about things like this out or arrogance. I think about how much I still feel stabbing pain from past experiences, and I don't wish anyone I love to feel that.

That is all. Carry on.