I'm battling writer's block right now because I don't want to write about my grandfather dying and I don't want to close this chapter of my life...

My neck was killing me. The muscles spasmed, twitched, and seized sending a shooting pain down the right side of my body; consequences of spending a night with my head awkwardly propped up by a window. There was a percussion section of a college marching band stationed...

We all have choices. You may not like your but you have them. Choosing not to do the things you used to do doesn't make you fake or better than anyone else. It makes you better than the old you.