let's just say one time my religion professor told a story about brain surgery and i almost passed out.
well i set a goal to donate blood by the end of the school year.
my last final is tomorrow.
i did it.
people-this is a HUGE accomplishment for me.
and i'd even recommend it to people.
it wasn't terrible and i didn't cry.
[or pass out.]
i feel a little funny now.
like exhausted, but what can you expect?
so here's my own happy post to me facing a fear.
...is it a crime to be this proud of my own accomplishment?
"do something every day that scares you."
post script: i might even do it again one day...now that's saying something.