Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful. [John Green, The Fault in Our Stars]
I was re-“reading” the audiobook of The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted by Elizabeth Berg. Her words are simple yet extraordinary.
I DO things Now I didn’t “let” myself DO until/BEfore cancer. I’m in a constant yet gradual change.
It’s inevitable for me to imagine what it might/would BE like for me if I could NOT sit here in my early mornings and dance with you. And even myself.
I have learnt myself through this daily practise. And it is a wonder-filled practise. Some words, some art, a smidge of organisation and like magic I throw myself out into the World
And there is always a “net” even when I think I am just Currie, alone.
I wouldn't trade
itYOU for the world.
I love you, Currie