When I was younger I hated losing anything. I feel this had something to do with my high level of anxiety—and a fear of the unknown. I actually preferred breaking an object to losing it—because the outcome was not an uncertainty.
Life has dealt me a hefty dose of apprehensive scenarios. I am almost comfortable with unknown outcomes.
However, when it comes to living, I have some definite preferences. Not lost, not broken, but rather worn. Ridden to the bone. Worn out—all the way out.
That is my goal.
Yes. I have made it to sixty—once unascertainable. With any luck (and some formidable science), I shall be here for a few more years. Five would be most excellent, ten splendid, twenty, well…one can dream. Age is not an issue, rather it is most decidedly the objective.
Gray hair, wrinkles, jowls…bring it. All of it. My body is a vehicle and I intend to run that odometer right into the ground.
I’m right there with you Linnea! I cleaned (sort of) my downstairs closet and found 6 old pairs of variously used Birkenstocks. Each one had a story, all are staying with me. Bring it on, I’ll support you anyway I can!👈🏼❤️✊🏼
So beautifully stated! You don’t know how much you inspire! I want you to know that I think of you often and that you are ever present in my prayers… I truly like you…
I am with you!
More insightful writing. Thank you for sharing Linnea. I’m noticing those moments when I’m truly in the here and now, it’s easier to be comfortable with uncertainty. Sending hugs, Wendy
On Sat, May 30, 2020 at 4:07 PM life and breath: outliving lung cancer wrote:
> linnea11 posted: ” When I was younger I hated losing anything. I feel this > had something to do with my high level of anxiety—and a fear of the > unknown. I actually preferred breaking an object to losing it—because the > outcome was not an uncertainty. Life has dealt m” >