{"id":106,"date":"2002-04-14T03:26:00","date_gmt":"2002-04-14T01:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/2002\/4\/in_anticipation.html"},"modified":"2002-04-14T03:26:00","modified_gmt":"2002-04-14T01:26:00","slug":"in_anticipation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/2002\/04\/14\/in_anticipation\/","title":{"rendered":"In anticipation"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So I&#8217;m going to be 30.  <\/p>\n<p>I keep telling everyone that I would rather do my teens over than my 20s.  That may or may not be true, but it&#8217;s certainly true that my very best memories come out of my teens, my twentieth year, and the last few.<\/p>\n<p>Whatever the case may be, whichever of my years have been worse or better, I somehow feel that this is an event I am not to miss, pass by or gloss over.  I owe my life to date a debt of gratitude.  I feel a need to honor my past, to have a moment of silent love for those who have loved me and strengthened me and thereby made me who I am.  A lot of them are now out of my sphere of contact.<\/p>\n<p>So to those of you whom I miss, to those whose numbers I do not have or cannot call, to those I don&#8217;t call often enough, to all of you who have made me laugh and cry and think and feel and all that is good and true, I say Thank You.  With capital letters.  I like who I am, and I would not be this person if it weren&#8217;t for &#8211; if it weren&#8217;t for everyone I&#8217;ve loved.  I am made by the intersection of myself and you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So I&#8217;m going to be 30. I keep telling everyone that I would rather do my teens over than my&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-106","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=106"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=106"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=106"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=106"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}