what is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love

What is your happiest memory?     opening the letter that said I'd passed the bar exam

What is your saddest memory?     anything related to Chris' death

What would you like to change?     my weight, my health, and my bank balance

How many people do you love?     everyone...

What’s the best decision you’ve ever made?     moving back home. It's turned out to be profoundly important in the story of my life so far.

Right now, at this moment, what do you want most?     a big lottery win

What are you waiting for?     warmth and/or sunshine

How are you writing your life’s story?     in pen, in a series of journals. Or, in a sense, here in the blog.

What makes love last?     honesty, humility, and commitment

What good comes from suffering?     it can bring humility and compassion. It can help us realize what we have, to lose.

What’s the most important lesson you’ve learned in the last year?     don't buy spectacularly expensive furniture if you're already looking for a new job

What is the oldest thing you own that you use regularly?     an pale olive green cardigan sweater that was my dad's. Dad is really not the cardigan type, so I have no idea where that came from. I remember loving it when I was little and trying to get away with wearing it. At some point, it became mine (though definitely not as a gift, more like "possession is 9/10 of the law.") It is grossly stretched out, has sleeves about 10 inches longer than my arms, the buttons have all been replaced (with whatever thread I had handy), and several holes have been patched up. The pockets are too small to carry my phone and have shrunk with washings so they are now kind of pointless. The whole thing hangs down to my mid-thigh. And it's still my favorite sweater, always reminds me of my dad when I wear it, and has been my go-to work sweater since I was at the library.

What was your last major accomplishment?     I don't judge myself on "accomplishments." No one else ought to, either.

 

[from here; the title quotation is by Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov]

 

Note: If I've computed it correctly, this is my 4,000th post to the blog. A big deal, that.