Eight

Those of you that know me and my wife will know that the number 8 is important to both of us. We were married on 08/08/08 after all, plus the number pops up in our lives in other ways too. Suffice it to say it is a good number. Now it is another milestone, 8 days left until my event. This week I went with my sister-in-law to an event where they shared a piece on cyber-bullying through the Stand for the Silent-Central Iowa  for a group of Upward Bound kids at Simpson College. I was lucky enough to get a few minutes to talk about what I was doing and why. With all the trip planning anxiety, I'd forgotten the core reason I was doing it, other than raising awareness and money for mental health and the Brandon Marshall Foundation, I'd forgotten about the symbolism/approximation part of driving the most beautiful road at night to symbolize what it is like to have a mental illness, like depression or any other. So, it really isn't about doing the fundraising, I have to do this for myself and others like me. Depression lies, but the sun will come up in the east on Sunday, June 21st. And I'm going to beat it to San Francisco. Then I'll probably have a nap or a beer, or both. Anybody know any good bars that open at 6 am or so? I suppose that would mean they technically don't close. Maybe a celebratory one purchased beforehand. Yeah that's it.

Sorry, I'm rambling.

Eight days before the event, and we're still 85% of the goal. Granted, that is still 100% more than I thought I'd be when I started, but as you can tell, I'm a number nerd so 100% sounds so much better. Thank you again from the bottom of my heart, I still can't really believe this. And now, another thing that happened on the 8th of August. A picture of a rainstorm.

Photo from LaPayne Photography,