After a rare, wild night on the New York town, I’m home this hot one nursing a hangover. The nausea that pizza and Coke kick back for a few hours at a time isn’t something I miss very much. Don’t get me wrong, I had a fabulous time of it, especially making moves to the Latin grooves at Son Cubano. The recovery, though, has given me a glimpse into some interesting emotions that only such a day can deliver.
I’ve had Angelina Jolie’s Gia on my list for a longtime; the Netflix gods knew I needed to see it today. Making progress with my own cancer memoir-to-be and what I want to say is not easy for me. Gia knew much when she wrote this:
“Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I’ve walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it, and above.”
I crawled back into bed at the end of the movie, grateful for where my story stops for now. I might feel like crap today but,
“This is life, not heaven. You don’t have to be perfect…” – Francesco
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