Terminal

I have, this month, been diagnosed with reasonable accuracy as having not one but two terminal diseases. This situation is thought provoking. It makes me think about why I'm here, what I hope to accomplish, and what it means to accomplish anything. Of course, those are huge subjects, about which I may or may not write more, but I have come to some conclusions about the way I act and behave.

1. It has always been my habit (well, since I've been an adult) to be self-effacing, and to try to put people at ease around me, even to the point of ignoring my own wants and needs.
   
   
2. I have prided myself on facing problems securely and without putting demands and stress on those around me. Well, the first part is a lie-- I avoid problems like the plague until I'm able to face them myself.
   
   
3. I am a "spritual-friendly" but not a spiritual person, per se. I am able to make room for others' beliefs.

I need to re-think the above. I'm pretty angry right now, and I am not going to keep my normal behavior of self-effacement anymore. At least I hope I don't. And I'm going to write and take more pictures. More! A LOT! I promise that.