Good enough.

I was reading over this blog.  My MUST PURGE EVERYTHING desire took over, and I wanted nothing more than to start over and recraft all the writing and redesign the whole thing — and yet I did not.  I’ll probably take it out on my closet later this week — goodness knows, I need to.  But this beginning of an online journal, for now, has survived.

I know that not everyone is consumed with the ambition to obtain perfection — and I also know that people who are satisfied with mediocrity are, by many standards, happier, albeit less successful.  I have never been one of those people.  The stumbling block to my own success has always been that it is Not Good Enough.

I know this blog is new.  That it isn’t great.  That it has moments where the writing is awkward, or stilted, or too subtle.  And yet, I am happy to let it stand, as it is, and go from here and maybe in a month, or year it will actually address the question, “Vici!  Vivo!  Quid nunc?”*  For now, it’s just a slightly narcissistic attempt to use words to make some sense of life.  And that, for now, is good enough.

Is this what cancer has taught me?

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I won.  I’m alive.  Now what?  Things sound fancier in Latin.