Monday, June 25, 2012
There is so much I want to do right now but I am completely engulfed in the work that pays my bills. Nearly.
I think a combination of age and a desire to be doing OTHER STUFF is the major burden I'm working under. I tire easily and lengthily. I neglect self-care. My writing life is shoved to the side. I rarely get out and take art photos. I want to experiment with some photographic software. I briefly jot down some knitting designs. Oh to execute!
I was sending off - by mail, how quaint - one of my cards to a friend who has been diagnosed with a mass in her lung. She quit smoking too late. And get this - she was an emergency room nurse. I've known her an awfully long time. She was married lots before she outed herself, having surprised herself immensely by falling in love with a woman late in life. She had great movie and Scrabble parties. And you'd think that would be all there is to her, right? Well, no.
You see about twenty years ago she went off to Africa for two years. Her mission? Both to prevent and heal clitorectomies. How many of us can say that we made one small change in the world that would go on and on and on? Well, she did.
And do you know what she said to me, among lots of other positive stuff today on the phone?
"I'm ready to go if that is my next step. I've had a bloody marvellous life".
I felt immensely cheered after the phonecall. I was expecting tears and grief for I love this woman.
I looked around the scads of files, the mountains of paperwork.
I thought: one file at a time, duckie, one file at a time.
And be glad of it.