Illness as path to self
I can’t stress enough what a strange experience the timing of this particular newsletter is, as I got to reading it while going into my second night of being hospitalized for an infection in a chronic wound I’ve been dealing with. As always, you seem to have just the right words Grant. I hope you’re feeling better, but am so glad that in your illness you were able to offer such words of inspiration and find for yourself such an important time of introspection. I’m definitely going to do some of my own journaling on thoughts this stirred up before getting some rest.
This makes me want to take to my bed with faintness and palpitations. I haven’t been sick since well before Covid, and you’ve made me wonder if my persistent good health (injuries aside, like an equally persistent tendinitis) is at least partly to blame for my sense of ennui, which I’ve blamed on the state of the world. Though I do know that feeling of relief when, say, a sore throat keeps me at home and disrupts plans I both want and don’t want to keep. Thank you for the glorious words of Woolf and for your honesty and self-awareness. I’d say I’m sorry you’re sick, but instead I’ll wish you the most you can get from ol’ Covid.
Glad you are okay. Being sick is such a personal voyage. Thank you for writing through it.
This is SO good. You captured a thought I've long held but never articulated: that there is some upside to being sick. And the quotes you found, they are so eloquent that they make me want to stop writing out of discouragement that I'll never be that good. I'm only half-kidding. Anyway, great piece.