I an acutely aware of my blog absence. I get a lot out of leading or at least participating in our ongoing dialogue about whatever I or anyone else wants to put on the table. This has been a rugged new year so far. I have been very sick with a partial bowel obstruction, adhesions going back fifteen years to multiple abdominal surgeries for two bouts of colon cancer. The scar tissue can come back to haunt. And it has.
Fighting on multiple fronts takes its toll. It is like defending Moscow and landing at Normandy at the same time. Usually I just roll my eyes and try to go with it. But it is getting harder. I rail against becoming a victim but yell that enough is enough. I know I cannot have it both ways. Some times the war is wearying to the point at which discipline crumbles and ceases to be a guiding force.
This is when I try to survey straw and the camel’s back to find my second wind. It is in there somewhere. Self-indulgence has to meet resolute determination head on. The best in me has to rise up on hind legs and breathe fire. All of us have that secret strength. We just have to locate it and know how to use it.
The Hundred Years war was a series of conflicts fought in England between the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries. I guess things could be worse. NBC Universal canceled Meredith’s television program in the midst of all this. “It’s only television, Richard,” she said to me.