December 3rd will always be an important day for me. As some or many of you know and remember, on December 3rd, 1998, I was hit by a truck while walking down the side of the interstate. Calling it a “bad day” is kind of an understatement. It was scary as hell, to be honest. Being told by a doctor that you were literally one to two inches away from having your back broken or (more likely) being killed is a sobering event.

The first anniversary of that date was a really big deal to me; the next one, slightly less. It’s (unbelievably) been seventeen years now. Most of the emotion attached to that date is gone (I’ve even missed it a year or two), but when I do remember the date, I try to take a moment and assess where I’ve been and where I’m going.

Earlier this week, two great things happened: I started a new position at work, and I got my final, official acceptance for graduate school. At work, I’ve moved to the communication branch. I’ll be writing internal press releases, and helping other branches and divisions with their communication plans. I’m super excited about that, and equally excited about being accepted in the Masters of Professional Writing graduate program at the University of Oklahoma. I’ve had a blast this past semester getting back into the swing of things in my “Writing the Short Story.” I’ve received a lot of positive feedback in regards to my stories from both my professor and several of my classmates. I feel like this is something I might actually be able to do!

December 3rd was pretty good this year. Some years, it’s better than others.

I have no good way to end this post but I just learned it is Ozzy Osbourne’s 67’s birthday. Happy birthday, Oz!