Giving myself an A in suck-it-up-and-go-anyway …

Some background: Late last year, I subscribed to a five-film series of documentaries (Doc Soup Sundays) followed by a discussion. The screenings are once a month at 11 a.m. on Sunday mornings.

Some more background: Last Saturday night I went out for dinner with friends. I made the mistake of having a cup of coffee after dinner. It’s never been a problem before, so I didn’t know it was a mistake until I was up all night.

This brings us to last Sunday morning, after a mostly sleepless night. It was after 2 am when I finally dozed off and I was up again before 5. The little sleep I did get was, sadly, not the glorious, deep, coma-like, dream-inducing sleep from which one awakes somewhat dazed, confused and refreshed. Instead, I Continue reading

Day 343. Baring All

Do you ever think about the story of your life; and who should write it?  To be honest, I never have.  I think a lot about life stories I’d like to read.  And I even think diaryabout life stories I’d like to write.

But not about my own.

Until this past Saturday’s WordPress Daily Prompt:  “From a famous writer or a celebrity, to a WordPress.com blogger or someone close to you — who would you like to be your biographer?”

I thought about it all weekend.

Right off the top I wondered whether or not my life is even a story worth telling.  I had to remind myself this is “pretend”.  It’s a hypothetical question, intended only as food for thought.  Fodder.  For a blog post.  So whether or not it’d be an interesting read, or whether anyone would buy it, is a non-issue. Continue reading