Forty-two. In geek culture, 42 is the answer to life, the universe, and everything. (It’s the question that’s the tricky bit!)
For me, 42 is the number of days since my surgery. Six weeks today since I took that leap and made the choice. As I ponder existence from my vantage point, here are six lessons from the past 42 days. They aren’t answers or questions. Just thoughts that have been themes this summer.
Comment below with your own bit of wisdom from the summer of 2025.
Sitting on the porch with a friend heals the soul. Iced tea, plants, dogs, and birds are better than television.
All women have dated the same man. Obviously, this is figurative, but it feels like we have all dated “that guy.” It makes me curious—is the same true for men? LGBTQ individuals? Does The Tortured Poets Department live within everyone?
Our society cannot agree on anything anymore. Individual truths drown out each other in ongoing shouting matches. But for one brief, shining moment, we all came together in perfect unity to declare the Coldplay couple douchebags. That means we have a common bond, people. It gives me hope.
Your body is a gift that should be celebrated daily. Move it, touch it, pamper it, pleasure it. Freaking love it.
There’s not one way to behave in any situation. But there sure as hell are wrong ways.
Sitting in stillness is a skill. Being okay with not going forward to the next thing—mentally or physically—requires discipline and constant reminders. That skill is very much worth honing.
So many of you have reached out and shared messages of support, encouragement, and your own stories and triumphs. Thank you. Thank you for taking the time and effort to say, “I thought of you today!” To share yourself with me like I’m sharing with you. It’s a beautiful thing indeed.