The third year anniversary of my kidney transplant (transplantiversary) passed just a few days ago…
Despite the cool wet weather, I was drinking chilled French champagne to celebrate my anniversary – not expensive enough to be a NAME, but expensive enough to be fancy. I was wishing I had bought some of those delicious biscuits designed by French people specifically for dipping in champagne.
I was actually doing a kind of new year’s stock take – thinking about where my life is, compared to where I thought it could go in my early new life euphoria. I was feeling as if this second chance has thus far been rather wasted.
It’s not entirely my fault, I was quite vague in the planning – I just wanted to live large, suck the marrow from the bones of life and all that. I did plan a trip and have a wonderful time in Italy (with Toseland and Toseland) so some good came of it. But the problem is you can’t really plan a life when you don’t know a great deal about the person you are planning for, and as it turns out I don’t know a great deal about this post-transplant self.
Katy says I can be anyone, and do anything I want, but I’m not sure what I want (aside from world peace, an end to global poverty and a decent cup of tea).
And so we come back to the eternal philosophical question of what makes a good life. In particular a good life for me. In an ideal universe… No wait a minute, what is my ideal universe?
- What things does it value?
- How would those values guide my choices?
- Does any of it in fact matter?
Katy thinks I’m putting rather too much thought into this, but it will become apparent that this is just what I do. The way I see it, I am simply making a few considered decisions now, in order to save time and effort later. And in that way, I can make coherent, efficient (hopefully effective), yet ultimately lazy choices. That must surely help with the marrow sucking.
Tune in next week to see what my first value is.