I’ve been planning to do a lot of things for a very long time.
I’ve been planning to create the epic fantasy series I’ve had in my head since I was small.
I’ve been planning to learn how to play the ukelele and the guitar and maybe a few extra instruments as time allowed.
I’ve been planning to brush up on my Japanese and then learn more. Maybe even try for some semblance of fluency.
I’ve been planning to read more.
Go out more with my friends.
Do more at work.
Report more often for the webzine I’m fortunate enough to write for.
Try making articles for other ‘zines too.
I’ve been planning to get my name out there…by any means possible.
…I’ve been planning a wordpress of my own for awhile, but I never seemed to find the ‘right time’.
Funny how it’s never the “right time“, isn’t it?
Not “ha-ha” funny, but enough to make a girl smirk at herself.
Well…it’s still not the right time. Not at all. It’s the wrong time.
My headspace is all messed up. I keep vacillating between hero and victim and protagonist and auxiliary character and all the spaces in between. I’m the luckiest vagabond pauper queen victim warrior in all of how-many-ever worlds there might be. I’m at my best, worst, and most indifferent…and I’ve never cared more about leaving a mark.
I’m not writing this blog because I need something to do–
I have a job and a lot going on.
I’m not writing this blog because I finally realized that you can’t win if you don’t play–
I’m still terrified of failure and rejection and procrastinate and make excuses to deal with that.
I’m not writing this blog to build myself up or to tear myself down–
I’m too ambivalent about everything and anything to get beyond “pleased to exist”, honestly.
Most of all, I’m NOT writing this blog because I think I won’t get another chance–
Ambivalent, indifferent, or otherwise…I am still far too much of a narcissist to seriously imagine my own death before I’ve made something worthwhile to leave behind. Plus, I’m in no danger.
I’m writing this blog because I found out I have cancer…and that frightened me, consumed me, demotivated me. It spiritually, mentally, and physically messed with me to the point that the only reaction I see as reasonable now is to accept it as a challenge.
I don’t take challenges often because I don’t take them lightly. I take them personally, spitefully, and with something to prove….and so I’m going to do my best to take everything that would hold me back or scare me off and craft it into something I can at least look at and say “Hey, I tried there. I didn’t give up or lose ground.”
Best case scenario? I make something like art or manage to help someone in a similar situation in some small way.
Trying is more than I’ve done in awhile. I’m rusty. I’m embarrassed it took some stupid clusters of “Cells Gone Wild” to get my attention. It’s not how I planned to start my wordpress…but here it is.
It may not be “the right time,” but it is the time.
Dr. Hodgkinstein? Chemo?