Tomorrow I am going to pay someone to beat the crap out of me. You heard me right. I am paying a human male the size of a Mack truck to punch and kick me until I may or may not have broken bones. Or at least, I'm paying him to teach me to beat the crap out of other people.
I'm not sick anymore and unlike the meditation thing I said I'd do once I wasn't sick - I instead signed myself up to be trained as a pro MMA female fighter.
I figure you can't say you've lived until you've spit blood.