A question that encompasses the whole world.

I am puzzled about the relationship between WordPress and Day One, since, on the surface, they seem to do similar things, so…I’m not really sure why they are encouraging folks to use their prompts…here? But since I am otherwise promptless, I’m just trying to not think too hard about it.

So, I looked at today’s prompt this morning and I was kind of stunned by the breadth of it. What could I do differently…about what?

I mean, I could get more sleep, or eat more fiber. I could finally learn all about what’s going on in the Middle East, and not just what’s currently going on in Gaza, but all of it, back to the beginning. There has to be someone who really knows about this stuff, and they must have written books about it, right?

I could face my fear of dying from the side effects and actually let my neurologist put me on a biologic for my MS, to see if we can at least stop the disease from progressing further. 

I could clean out every drawer and cabinet in the house and make an inventory of where everything is so that when someone says “do we have any of those big rubber bands?” I’ll be able to say, “Yes! They are in the Kallax, second shelf, third cubby from the left.”

I could join a fantasy baseball league. 

I could learn to make sourdough bagels. I hear they are gut-healthy. I could also make my own cream cheese, apparently.

I could get a Metro Access pass so that a van would come get me and take me on errands—to the library, to the dentist, to the tattoo parlor—and I wouldn’t have to ask Kevin or FL to take me. 

I could meditate more, and try to live my life in the moment, in the breath. I am given to understand that living in the moment is the only way to find true peace. 

I could do so many things. 

But the thing is that I am already doing so many things. Just not THOSE things. I’m reading, and writing letters to voters, and calling congress people and making cakes and cooking dinner a couple times a week and taking my meds (every day, even) and going to therapy and taking Spanish class and doing my homework and playing board games, and D&D with friends and going out to eat and traveling a little and keeping a book journal and kissing my cats (no matter how much they hate it) and my husband (who does not hate it…that he’s mentioned). I do plenty of things, and if there is another world where a different me is doing the things above and not the things that THIS me is doing, well…I wonder who that version of me is.

Maybe she’s awful. Maybe she’s not. Maybe she’s sad. Maybe she’s the Prime Minister of Spain. Maybe she’s the Princess of Wales.

But that’s OK. She can be all of those things and I’m fine with that cause I’m here and the life I have carved out is pretty great.

Love y’all,