Feeling 98% normal.
Starting the process of pulling out stakes in SLC. No place to live in Seattle yet, but it looks like I have at least one contract job to anchor me back into place. Yippee.
I had the funny experience this week of two people with whom I had lonnnnng since forgotten I had shared my blog mentioning some of my recent posts.
HA!
In my mind's eye, there are literally 2 people reading this thing, so you'll have to excuse me for it being so darn boring these days. Perhaps I need to imagine multitudes of you who are silently *tsk*ing "Glad she feels better, but man! her blog has gone to pot!"
More than a few people have mentioned that I should keep writing. Besides it being therapeutic, I think it actually is really about holding a catalogue of memory.
It's been six months since my surgery, and I can barely remember what that felt like. It astounds me that something so momentous seeming ends up in the same fleeting realm as more standard memory fare from the "recent past". Though maybe the painkillers have something to do with that.
No wonder the great explorers were such good diarists. How would you every remember the weather, let alone the geography, animals, and interactions you had along the way? Imagine Christobal Colon returning to Spain with only verbal report from his memory. "Um, it had, um... a coast? And trees? Couple bays here and there. Oh, and the fishing was good. On the whole, a good trip, your highness".
I seem to retain as memories less than 10% of things that aren't of huge importance. And though it's really of little consequence if I forgot that at one time I had brown finger nails with weird ridges in them, as soon as I write it down, I know that I'll be able to recall these lovely nails years from now.
There's something in that. Not sure what.
Maybe they're like postcards from another life that I am mailing out to a future self.
As half of your readership, I have to say that you should most definitely continue posting. Writing IS therapy, as well as a record of the journey. It shows how far you've come and even if you are now in calm waters, you need to be able to remember how to weather the storm.
ReplyDeleteYou also need to be able to have something to show the grandkids. They won't believe you when you tell them that cancer was once a serious disease and that you needed more than a series of 3 shots to cure it.
On a lighter note you can also use it to explain to little Timmy why Grandma is still "perky" on the left, at least once his vision has cleared after being smacked about the head for being so impertinent.
Sometimes boring is good, boring is normal, it's how most of life is, don't forget the old Chinese curse:"May you live in interesting times". I reckon you've had your lifetime allowance of "Interesting", so we'll cut you some slack.