The traffic today was ridiculous. I couldn’t get onto Lincoln, and when I finally did, I couldn’t get in any lane except Broadway. Then it’s “around the block,” get stuck at three lights, twice, lose 20 minutes, and finally on my way. I could see that I-25 was at a standstill so I opted for 38th. I realize if you don’t live here that none of that is really meaningful, but perhaps just the description gives you the sense of things. Aghhhhh. Of course, this made me late for the pool. When I got there, my lane (remember, there’s only one I can use for deep water) had three people in it from the aerobics class. And the class, itself, had about 30 people. The diving well had four swimmers, including an uber. I sadly reversed and went to walk Safeway. It’s a small, pleasant, warm space to walk and shop a little, of course. No pool today.
Note to self: leave earlier tomorrow.
I’m reading a near future novel about a young woman who experienced a catastrophic accident and is in a restorative center (future word for fancy hospital), where she is being ‘rebuilt.’ At this point in the story, Lily has regained her ability to speak, minimally. But the caregiver wants her to express her thoughts and feelings. Since she can’t write (no hands), she’s given an electronic journal, hoping that her restoration team, and anyone else who needs to know, may experience it with her. I sort of see blogging as the same concept. The author tells Lily that each of us is a story, so we are all also story-tellers. I like the concept. I’m not a writer, but I’ve found the purging of life experiences to be uplifting – not as any form of redress but more as celebration, even when it’s hard.
I probably won’t ever go back and read from the beginning of my blog, but I do occasionally pick a single blog and read it, just to see how I was doing and what I said at the time. First, I noted that I repeat myself a lot. Good grief. Second, I’m irritated that I didn’t stay with the plan, because I would be 100 pounds thinner by now. Finally, it takes a lot more for me to stay centered than it used to, and that makes me sad.
Note #2 to self: no giving up
Later …