Since the first time I read this letter (click on it to see it enlarged), as a misty-eyed teenager in love with F. Scott Fitzgerald, I have changed my opinion about "comparison to my contemporaries," and Lord knows I never cared about horsemanship. But I do get nervous when there is a fly in the room, and I do worry a lot, although not as much as my mother did, which is something.
I'm hoping this blog will be a place where I can explore my feelings about "What am I really aiming at?" and "Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument?" Specifically, the things I want to be brave about, the things I want my life to be centered on these days are:
- my family
- my physical and emotional health
- writing a memoir
- starting a theatre business with my husband