Going Constanza

When I was in high school I read a short story called "Carcinoma Angels."  It always stuck with me:  that inner battle within our minds.  And of course thinking about CANCER.

Fuck cancer.  Cancer sucks.  You know the drill.  My sweet dear, sister, friend cousin who is young and vivacious and a dynamite Spanish teacher in an inner city high school has been told the cancer she has been fighting for the last nine years is spreading and now inoperable.  Although they said she is 

healthy" and can live for more years.  I don't find that reassuring since the cancer is now in FOUR areas.

She was my Maid of Honor.  She's a stunning, hard working, gardening joy bird.  Why does this happen?  For whatever reason, I feel like my mind hasn't progressed with my age.  It's still somewhere in my 30s.  However, the zoom to 50 a couple of years ago has my mind in an existential conundrum.  

I worry about my parents and I am FN lucky to still have them.  They are in relatively good shape but that can change on a dime.  My fam is small and when they're gone, it's just my brother and myself.  I've documented some of our battles over the last years here.  So what am I saying?  

I suppose instead of DWELLING on things you have ZERO control over, go forth and CARPE DIEM the F out of everything.  

Say YES!  Just like George Costanza when he did  the opposite of everything that he normally cringe-ly does.

I am trying to take this advice and here's how:  I failed a motorcycle class that was very basic and had poor instruction.  I was bummed but the next day, I went and took the written test and passed it for my temps.   I scheduled the road test for September and if I am around, I know I'll pass.

I also took a new low paying part time job at a really cool boutique pet supply store.  I am going to help them with their website and social media along with regular retail duties like unloading 50 lb pound bags of chow(CrossFit?)  It's all part of my master plan to still take over the world somehow in my just past prime years!  I may write that fucking novel eventually. Ha.

I registered for an entrepreneurial class that helps you write a business plan and go through all of the research and steps it entails to start a business.  What's my plan?  I'm think dog bar / neopolitan pizza place.  I know it's a stretch if there are dogs and a kitchen involved.  There is a pizzaioli cert class not super far from me if this gets that far.  

Minor tidbit:  I ordered a replacement speed light for my camera.  My camera is old, but it's a sturdy steed and I hope to get back into being inspired.  Get out of your head and into your heart.  Life is too short to NOT fly your freak flag and love and support one another.  I'm going all out CONSTANZA on it.