I say productive birthday (which should be an oxymoron) because of two things:
1. This weekend, I went on a rollercoaster with Adrienne, who can tell you stories of my serious anxiety issues with the beasts up until now.
2. I biked 40 miles and held back some serious doubts and just let myself have a lovely ride in the country for my birthday.
The first anxiety, conquered (1:03<–gulp!):
The second anxiety, being soothed by some friendly horses (pretty sure they smelled the gummy bear fuel in my pockets):
Anxiety is a nasty, nasty thing. But this weekend it was Lindsay: 2 Anxiety: 0 😉