“There are no facts, only interpretations.” – Friedrich Nietzsche
Beginnings can be difficult, the difficulty for some being that nervous flutter laced with excitement in the pits of our stomachs. For others it is a downright gripping paralyzing fear that may have more to do with failure and a host of related psychosis stemming from childhood, adulthood, or whatever hood our minds allow.
Rebeginnings can be even more difficult and may stem from a fear of goshcanidothisagainitis. Getting back to blogging belongs here and the well known procrastination crutch thrives in any rebeginning. Tomorrow, tomorrow, is more than a song from ANNIE, that wonderful story where tomorrow is about hope of better things to come, whereas tomorrow for us procrastination prone folk is more about delay.
Eventually a trigger occurs and for some reason it just seems right to fire up the beast, sit in the cold chair long abandoned by a warm tush, turn on the screen, find your link to WordPress and wonder if you have forgotten your password.
I have long embraced Nietzsche’s statement about facts and perceptions. In fact I spend a lot of time thinking about it though those wondrous thoughts never see the light of day in written word.
I have been off my game for many months and it is not so much that problems have been resolved as much as I seem to have found my footing, my sea legs.
A few months ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer, had surgery, and soon will start radiation. Ah now don’t cringe or moan. I am fine and seem to spend a lot of time reassuring others. In all gratitude I am blessed.
The cancer hospital feels like it has become home, because believe me, too many days a week are taken up with appointments for one thing or another, and I see so many others facing worse challenges and they are my inspiration, as I want to be theirs. My goal once my treatments are done is to volunteer at this very place. One nurse told me that most patients say this very thing, and then she stopped and looked down and in the pause the unsaid words hung -but many don’t make it.
This is not about bravado. The fact is that there are many kinds and stages of cancer and I drew one of the luckier kinds. Too many are not so lucky, but I must say that since a similar diagnosis and surgery seventeen years ago a lot of progress has been made. There is much work to be done but we have come far.
This is the last I will speak of my situation and hopefully my screen will stay on, WordPress will become my daily companion again and this chair will be warmed daily and I will have lots to say on other matters. But I know better than to make promises and perhaps that trigger will continue to inspire.
Oh yes, what was that trigger yesterday? Why it is our old friend Kathy McCullough who is always reinventingtheeventhorizon.wordpress.com
I will try a proper link here just to see if I can do it. Oh my will have to spend sometime reacquainting my self with WordPress.