S3: Sometimes Scared Superman
I wish I was sometimes half as optimistic as most of you seem to be… I didn’t actually win the first round – let’s call it a draw. And though I do intent to win the second round, regrettably that’s far from certain. Still, your encouragement and the fact that you care is nice… And it is hard to find the right words.
People often say that the public personae we project on blogs and social media are too positive. I’m not sure that this is true. But just to be clear: of course, I am scared from time to time. Scared that I will die for instance. Or scared that this cancer thing causes hurt for my Beloved Ones. (Dreaming about my own funeral two nights ago didn’t help.) Or scared that… Mmm, well, actually, that’s it. I think that those are the only two things I’m scared about.
Still, a bit contrary to what some of you seem to think, I’m no superman. Or, if I am (and then I’m sure that you are superman too – or superwoman), I am a Sometimes Scared Superman. Hope that’s fine.
Speaking of superman: