Other than my clothes, what was with me the majority of the day?
It would be the gold hoop in my left ear. An extra earring in honor/memory of my grandfather who died on a boat and really loved sailing. (more about this story;
here and here)
“There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, ‘Do trousers matter?'”
“The mood will pass, sir.”
~ P.G. Wodehouse, The Code of the Woosters
And a metalish cover of the song above
What is my greatest strength?
Allegory of Strength and Wisdom by Giovanni Battista Tiepolo
I want to say nothing, I was raised that way. However, I would say that my strengths reside in my willingness to be myself, as glorious and painful as that may be.
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
~ Albert Camus
What do I want to tell myself in one year?
I guess at this point it would be;
You now have three years of remission.
How do others get past that? Time? ignore those panic driven moments? I am thankful that they are few and far between… but it, that feeling, hangs there at its ghoul gate waiting to scare me the every chance it gets.
“The year is dying in the night.”
~ Alfred Tennyson
What do I have too much of?
Intemperance or Excess
Junk, I have too much junk! Shit, I am a burgeoning hoarder… it got worse after my surgery. Why would getting cancer make me want to hoard?
“Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.”
~ Anaïs Nin
What is my favorite cuisine?
Food from any of the places I call home (Arizona, Mexico, Ecuador, Spain, Colombia, Vienna, and Hungary)
“The more you know, the more you can create. There’s no end to imagination in the kitchen.”
~ Julia Child, Particular Passions: Talks With Women Who Have Shaped Our Times
What was the last lie I told?
It was something to my son about his Christmas present, one of those white ones about what he is getting.
“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.”
~ Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata