Whole 30, Day 29: In Conclusion
When I started this whole thing, I didn’t even think about the timing of it. It wasn’t until a week or so in that I realized Shit, the last day of this will come right up against The Anniversary.
It’s a weird day, tomorrow. I always have a hard time remembering the May 30 date, because my sister died on in the wee hours of a Memorial Day four years ago, so I always associate that holiday with her passing — and, since that day always moves around, it gets all jumbled in my head. I have to look it up sometimes. I don’t know why my brain won’t let me remember it.
I’ve thought about what my late sister would have said about all of this Whole 30 stuff a few times over the last month. Probably something like It’s about goddamn time. Then I’m sure I would have received a blender or a meat tenderizer or something else extremely helpful in the mail from her a few days later.
I haven’t written much about her in the past few years. It takes a lot out of me. I used to have to put down something to get it out, like dumping out a rain bucket that’s just about overflowing. That doesn’t happen anymore. I guess that’s what time does.
Even now, in this weird confluence of days — this sequel ending, and that shitty anniversary happening — I’m at a loss to write. I should be going on, waxing poetic and at great lengths as to what I’ve learned and breaking down the statistics, and performing some at-length psychoanalysis, but … I can’t really find the words, and somehow it just doesn’t seem right.
Instead, you know, I’m just going to find a quiet spot somewhere and look out at some trees and do some thinking and remembering for a while. Take some time for us.
I think that’s as good a way as any to end this.
-I would like to thank everyone who’s said such kind words about this series. I know I’ll do Whole 30 again; I don’t know if I’ll journal it again. It became a little bit more of an annoyance than help this time around, but all of the kind comments really did help me get over the finish line. So, thanks again. For everything. See you on the next one. Maybe.