[835] in Depressing_Thoughts
A year ago today, on 11 July 1988, I sat on a beach.
amgreene@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (amgreene@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Tue Jul 11 09:08:44 1989
I was a million miles from anyone else, and to be honest, I wondered
how quickly hypothermia would attack if I walked out on the ice and
threw myself into the Arctic Ocean.
Instead, I sat on the beach with a notebook and a pen. I wrote myself
an eleven-page essay. Almost two hundred points, each carefully numbered
and cross-referenced, in an attempt to find some order and purpose in
my life.
What emerged, a year ago tonight, thousands of miles away, was my
new persona. Andrew was retired and Rhu was born. And the belief
that life would be better as Rhu helped my retain some shreds of my
sanity through theremaining month of isolation.
I'm much more stable now than I was a year ago. I've certainly come
far. But for today, I recall Andrew, and I mourn a little for what
I lost last summer.
There will be plenty of time for rejoicing tomorrow.
