Monday, May 18, 2009

Mortal Words

Every day you live, you are technically closer to death. Sobering thought. It reminds me of when I worked in the psychiatric hospital with the inpatient adolescents. We had one particularly inquisitive young lady who would walk around the unit and ask, "Am I going to die?" over and over and...over. Again. All day long.

One day, a clever medical resident answered her with, "Why, yes, you are. Someday. We all are going to die." Though it startled (and amused) me at the time, it also seemed to calm the poor kid down. And it's often replayed in my head over the years because it's simple and true: yes, we are all going to die.

You just hope you can go out with dignity and at an appropriate age. That last part is always funny to me because, the older you get, the younger that age seems to feel once you reach it. Doubtful you'll ever turn over a birthday and think, "Well, this is an appropriate age to die! See ya later then!"

Today, I discovered that despite my youthful appearance, mental age of twelve years, and tendency to wear my hair in a ponytail, I am getting older. I've begun to face up to the fact: as much as I'd hoped never to grow up and mature, I can't help but age.

Cooincidently, HBO Documentary Films is debuting their series on Alzheimer's disease. I've TiVo'd all the episodes, but I haven't brought myself to watch them yet. Tonight, I"ve started down that road and discovered how depressing and fascinating it all is. The idea of growing old is not scary in and of itself - but the thought of losing your sense of spirit is terrifying.

It's that last part which causes the fear. What happens when you no longer remember those tidbits of memories which make you who you are? What do you really become then?I hope desperately that I won't ever find out - not that I"d really know in that state whether or not I knew. But...still. It's all just another good reason to write my thoughts down, to keep faith in words. Later on down the road, I might appreciate it more that I could ever imagine.

And if not, I'm certain it will provide a chuckle here or there - whether from me, or those closest to my heart.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Guess What? I'm Back, Baby!

I've begun to emerge from my long fog of "word hiatus" and thus, my posts should go on from here as previously scheduled. In the past month, I have experienced/realized/enountered the following:

**I re-examined my mental health and decided it needed attention. And I am giving it its due care. Have you heard how much I love therapy? I could literally go everyday...and I"m not kidding. (Though, my plan only includes weekly sessions...for the time being.)

**I've immensely enjoyed the Penguins' playoff success...and thorougly detested their recent loss in Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Semi-Finals...and I have faith they can pull out a win in Game 7 to advance. Let's Go Pens! (Amidst the warm, spring weather, I feel a draw toward cold Canadian hinterlands this time of year and find myself cheering for "blood on the ice!")

**I visited Twin Peaks on several weekends, from the comfort of my cozy new bed. And though I never left my home, the trip was as "trippy" as I remembered and more so. I will visit again in the future, I am certain. (Thank goodness for the Definitive Gold DVD Box Set - David Lynch, I could kiss you!)

**My job became almost unbearably ridiculous, but this has motivated me to get my act together and think about my future. This thinking stage could last a while, but it's a new start anyway.

**The sunny days have been heaven and I've noticed the greenest greenery around me, awakening me from my "winter coma" just in time for new flip-flops and sundresses. (Of each, I have purchased several versions and I relish the chance to wear them!)

**Brett Favre insists on continued torment of my psyche and I've decided he should concentrate a bit more on his own emotional health, as I think he may be mentally ill. I try so hard to ignore his repeated attempts at harrassment. I've only mildly succeeded, as expected. Really? Deja vu all over again...

**I have a renewed focus on my writing. And I vow to keep it, no matter what happens in the next month, or two or three.

Ahhh, the sweeness of a rejuvenated soul!

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Steph's days are complete with little Franco/Mr. Buddy Pants, Pittsburgh Steelers football, Penguins hockey, all things WVU, cold beverages, new handbags, shoe-shopping, pups, and lots and lots of movies. And, of course, her glorious, nutty family.