|1.||pride or arrogance|
|2.||(in Greek tragedy) an excess of ambition, pride, etc, ultimately causing the transgressor's ruin|
I just love when I think a word means something and I've thought this for a really long time, like a lifetime, and I find out I'm totally wrong. The subject of my post this morning was going to be "Hubris" which I always thought of as a rich mixture of the compounds of life, a potpourri of life's little tidbits, a verdant (I probably need to look up verdant also but I'm too lazy) compost of experiences and wisdom. It sure wasn't an overabundance of pride or arrogance that ultimately causes a transgressor's ruin.
That sounds like the transgressor was full of shit, so maybe I wasn't as far off my mark as I thought.
So anyway my post today is just little piles of manure raked up and tossed into a big smelly heap called life.
Top Layer: My friend with the cancer concerns finally went to the doctor and he did a biopsy. He called her with the results last night, "NO CANCER!" Glory Hallelujah and Yippee-ky-yi-yay! It is just an infectious process that can be easily treated with antibiotics. She has a brand new life today and I get to look forward without worry to seeing her whole and happy in six months when I get back here.
Middle layer: Today is my last full day in Mexico for this season. It has been a different Mexico than the one I remember, or barely remember, from years past. I have been sober the entire time and Mexico has become a joyful, peaceful, and vibrant home for me. I have become the same. I look forward to returning.
Bottom layer: Although I'll be back on my mountain in a few short days, I won't get to stay there for long. I'm returning back to my roots. I'll be back in my hometown all summer working to get my nursing skills back up to snuff and maybe even acquiring some new tricks to put in ditty bag to tote with me wherever my future takes me. It's time to reclaim some parts of my life and learn to stand on my own again, time to become whole. Don't get excited, the cap'n and I are still traveling together but its time for him to stop carrying me. I'm excited and nervous. Nervous is okay. Nervous is normal. I'm not petrified as I have been the last few times I returned to work. Those times I didn't know what to expect from myself, this time I know to expect my best.
That's about all I have to toss on the pile this morning. No hubris today.