Serious gut instinct

I may’ve told this one before, but I went to Mardi Gras in March 2000. Freshly graduated and trying to figure out what was next, I stayed with my cousin Patrick. It was so much fun. We could totally have been roommates. On my way back to PA I stopped in Atlanta to see Cousin Kym. Driving through town and getting off at windy hill was home. I could feel it deep in my innards. Out of the last 18yrs, I’ve spent over a decade using that exact exit. If that’s not a best case scenario…

The point is to listen to your body, it’ll tell you your limits and if you’re smart, you’ll listen.

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