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I have a much more plastic week ahead, one with more time here at home, space to plant vegetables, care for the newly hived bees.\u00a0\u00a0 Weeks with a lot of activity like last week wear me out, I begin to feel frazzled, as much from too much people exposure as physical weariness.\u00a0 Without weeks like that, though, I feel disconnected from day to day life, so I need them, but it’s nice to have a more leisurely pace the next week.<\/p>\n
Translating Ovid gets left behind in those weeks since it requires a block of time for concentrated effort.\u00a0 The same thing is true with Missing.\u00a0 I have allowed my life, again, to become ragged in its rhythms, often a sign of vitality in my docent, Sierra Club, Woolly world, but a sure barrier to the creative work of writing and the detailed focused work of translation.<\/p>\n
Mark and I were coming back from getting the bees and he asked me if I had any regrets.\u00a0 Up until a couple\/three years ago I would have said, “Yes, I didn’t get a Ph.D.”\u00a0 Now though I have let that go, a part of my past, not regretted, not celebrated.\u00a0 Just a part of my past.<\/p>\n
What good are regrets?\u00a0 They chain you now to things you didn’t do or wish you had done differently in the past.\u00a0 There’s no going back there to change them, no way to erase or re-do.\u00a0 Instead, I have the life I have, one I’ve chosen, sometimes with sound, well thought out choices, sometimes with impulsive, creative choices and sometimes with stupid, petty choices.\u00a0 It is though, my life, and it is the synergy among all those choices that makes me who I am.\u00a0 So, no, since I do not regret who I am, I cannot regret.<\/p>\n
Have I lived a perfect life?\u00a0 Far from it.\u00a0 Two divorces, a struggle with alcoholism, estranged from my father, not the hallmarks of a perfect life by any means, yet at this point it’s the life I have, complete with mistakes, bloopers and bone-headed errors.\u00a0\u00a0 Gotta say I’m fine with it.\u00a0 A life I’m proud of at this point and that I hope to extend as long as the flesh is willing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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