I am writing to you from the Doubletree Hotel in Rochester, Minnesota. I have been here for about 6 hours and I just noticed that the wallpaper is a rather tasteful white with greenish tint. What compelled me to be here were appointments at the Mayo Clinic with my transcendentally great otolaryngologist and neuro-ophthalmologist. I never thought I would utter those 2 (or 3 words). I am 99% at the finish line from my long journey that began in 2008. Almost there. Like 99.3%, maybe more.
My writing has no spark tonight. I am road weary. A bit freaked about finances. Not at all comfortable with uncertainty.
But my bigger issue is now that I know of 2 people who might be reading this, this puts a whole new slant on blogging, taking me back to the days prior to last week when this blog was a vacant parking garage. I’ve always wanted to stage a performance in a parking garage. But this seems harder. Somehow somehow there must be a way for me to convey my inner and outer experience without shame. I can keep shutting down blogs and putting up new ones, shifting identities, creating passwords, changing privacy settings. But the walls remain the same.
But I am determined to walk through them. no matter what. Promise me you will make me do this, OK? And I will do the same for you. I promise.