Sunday Stealing: Say Anything
12 May 2019
Happy Mother's Day, thieves and thiefettes! Okay, so it's still Saturday evening here, but maybe by the time you read this that won't be the case. I'm gonna take that gamble! 😉
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Do you own your things or do your things own you?
I hope I can honestly say it's the former. I'd love to be the minimalist type, which I am in theory, but in practice I'm more of a collector. I think I collect collections! I have some of my grandmother's and some of Rob's grandmother's spoons hanging from a display on the wall; I have my yarn, hook and needle collection, of course; I like to collect shot glasses from everywhere I go in the world... but these do not own nor define me. They just remind me of beautiful memories I've made. I'd be just as happy in a shack on the beach if we washed up penniless, though. ♥
Would you rather lose all of your old memories or never be able to make new ones?
I guess since I actually have this affliction, I'll say: never be able to make new ones. Part of "Succubus," as I call the conglomerate of conditions and disease with which I now find myself afflicted, is that I have lost the ability to translate most short-term memories into my long-term memory. It's depressing. It hurts. I hate it. But forgetting older memories - happy, lovely ones - I think would hurt much more.
How do you deal with someone in a position of power who wants you to fail?
(Thank you, Hamilton, one of the greatest Broadway musicals I haven't seen yet.)
So when something like this happens to me, I usually go home and privately cry and pout for a minute, and then I get up, figure what I've got to do to meet and beat this challenge... and then I DO it!
What do you have that you cannot live without?
Well. On June 3rd, we are closing on this big, beautiful house in Mountain Home, Idaho. See, we owned a rather roomy house in Virginia Beach from 2003-2013, but it wasn't quite large enough for our growing family. (We ended up having more kids than we meant to have, hee.) Then we moved to a much smaller townhouse in Miami. We had so much stuff and faaaaaarrrr less room, so the place was cluttered the entire time we lived there. Drove me crazy!! We had to get rid of a lot of things, and since we are all sentimental, losing some of that hurts! Now, we live in a bigger single-family house in Boise, but it's still too small compared to the quantity of belongings we've amassed over the 18+ years of familyness we've created. And now, this new house on Josephine Street is so big, even if we didn't get rid of anything, we'd all fit happily - family AND pets AND schtuff. But the overarching theme of this entire dissertation is "family," and that's my final answer.
When you close your eyes what do you see?
Nothing. Just like what I usually think of when I'm trying to make a snappy comeback.
What sustains you on a daily basis?
On this one, I feel like I could wax philosophical about it being my family, my faith... or, as it happens, I'm probably mostly just waiting to find out what will happen next.
What are your top five personal values?
In no particular order: Optimism, Loyalty, Sensitivity, Innovation, & Environmental Stewardship
Why must you love someone enough to let them go?
I'm going to PASS on this one; it depends on the circumstances.
Do you ever celebrate the green lights?
Hey man, I celebrate every chance I get!
What personal prisons have you built out of fears?
Plenty, but right now, that's between my therapist and me.
What one thing have you not done that you really want to do?
Collected an advanced degree (or several), written the half-a-dozen or so books meandering around in my brain, traveled to more of the world, gone waterskiing...!
Why are you, you?
I don't know, because they don't let me be Michelle Obama ever??
If you haven’t achieved it yet, what do you have to lose?
I can answer this one honestly: kids. They just don't keep. And since I've been homeschooling them for the last decade or so, I haven't had a whole lot of opportunity to go freely traipsing about, y'know? And now that my health has taken a deep nosedive, there has been even less free time to do some of that stuff. However, now that the younger two kids shall be going to public high school next year, I'm going to take some of that time to work on writing my book(s). That is, of course, if the puppies let me.
What three words would you use to describe the last three months of your life?
May.... well, today, actually!
Basically... waiting for Spring!
Is it ever right to do the wrong thing? Is it ever wrong to do the right thing?
Wait... what? Just kidding. I'm going to defer to my answer for the "if you love someone, let them go" question and say: It depends.
How would you describe ‘freedom’ in your own words?
Okay, but first, a few quotes:
Freedom is the right to question and change the established way of doing things.
Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes – Mahatma Gandhi
Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all days of your life.
The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage!
I find that last one to be most provocative, for myself. So I'll say... Freedom is when you allow yourself to be who you are, when both external and/or internal pressures ask you to be something you're not.
What is the most important thing you could do right now in your personal life?
Well, I've just done a thing: since I really need to go to my most excellent therapist, but often health issues keep me from getting there, we decided to start doing teletherapy for the days I can't get to her office in person. After a lengthy phone chat about it, I realized - oh! - I probably need to get a webcam for this, huh? She confirmed I did, so I got one on Friday. And yes, I looked just like that guy up there.
If you could ask one person, alive or dead, only one question, who would you ask and what would you ask?
I would ask Beethoven if he was waiting to finish the 9th Symphony and, when he was finally satisfied that it was complete, then decided it was safe for him to give up the ghost. Because it is that perfect.
If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?
I'd be singing my heart out on a stage, with no mic necessary, night after night after night!
Well, it's 10:21 AM on Sunday, and I'm finally done! I slept overnight in the middle. Seems like I do that a lot. Heh.
... to all you moms out there!