Mangos Make for a Great Day

Dear Albert,

I didn’t want to fail miserably on my first day of my latest blog journey so here it is 11:14 P. M. and I am making good on my promise to write. The highlight of my day was a trip to the market, the kind with narrow passageways brimming with intoxicating smells of fruit demanding to be eaten at once and the cacophony of people busily going about their day. I wanted one thing above others MANGOS! I greedily scarfed down two and came home more for tomorrow. That makes me happy!

The other interesting thing was a conversation with my massage therapist who told me I was too mental, that I needed to approach things with my heart as well. My massage was combination physical relief and impromptu counseling session. Her words continue to tumble around in my head. She elaborated that I needed to find outlets to express myself. While I came here in search of reviving my body I am routinely reminded the brain runs the show.
More tomorrow…..

Warmest wishes,



Here’s to Getting Up Once More…


20180619_144101 (1)Dear Albert,

Your letter was a great gift today. Of course, I always love hearing from you but in this last letter it is especially great to hear your resolve and optimism for the adventures in store. I have also been in a somewhat transitory state. I am occupying my latest perch on the 20th floor of a high-rise tower. My attention veers distractedly from the computer screen to the slate grey waters of the ocean outside my window, the dozens of people swimming, motoring and lounging about deliberately disregarding the looming storm.
I am also here in search of change, thinking perhaps a new country will provide two important variables in my life, motivation and mobility. As I write these words I realize how self-indulgent and snooty this all sounds. I am incredibly lucky that my family has allowed me to be such a priority, allocating resources and uprooting our lives, dog included for this two-month trial.

Your words not only serve as encouragement, they also serve as validation of my initial efforts. I have always struggled with the imposter syndrome, waiting for everyone to realize I am flying by the seat of my pants. My motto is more along the lines of “fake it to make it”. I hope these thoughts don’t also plague professionals with hard skills such as brain surgeons or plumbers.

While I am trying out new things I have decided to take a new approach to writing in this blog. I will pledge to write something every day. I don’t promise it will be pretty so bear with me. I know that in the short life of this blog you can read several inferences of that same sentiment. I look forward to propping each other up as we get up yet once more!

Getting down, and getting up

Dear Sophia—

You have been silent for too long now. Two months have passed since you wrote. What happened? This blog has a lot of followers now. You cannot let them down. 🙂

You’ll say: what happened to you? You have been silent too!

Yes. And for all of the wrong reasons, of course. In fact, I am ashamed to write about myself because, despite my resolve last month, I did not do a good job at starting anew. My happy Facebook posts cover up a year during which I did not manage to adapt to a new country and a new city; during which I found it hard to make new friends (none, actually); and during which I struggled with an identity crisis because of a lack of a structured job, which I made worse by what is now a full-blown alcohol addiction problem.

I will get out of this sorry state, for which I have only myself to blame. The possibilities were endless, and they still are, and there is no excuse for not taking advantage of them. Whomever we are, and wherever we are in life, we can always improve ourselves—and we should. My mom would have been 88 years old now, and I am still thinking about those last weeks with her. Despite her pain, and her readiness to die, she inspired us to the very last moment. In fact, her cheerful acceptance of the enormous suffering she went through probably goes a long way in explaining why she was inspiring us—rather than us inspiring her.

Your early posts reveal the same Force, Sophia. Please keep inspiring us !

As for me, today is a new day. It sounds funny, but the first real suit my mom had bought for me—as I was graduating from high school—was a brand called New Man. The label was sewn inside of the jacket, and had New Man’s commercial tagline: “Today is the first day of your life. Be a New Man!” I would always feel good when I put on that jacket

It is a modification of a quote that is attributed to Charles Dederich, the founder of a self-help community for drug abusers and alcoholics in California. He’d say: today is the first day of the rest of your life. So… Well… Yes. It is.

I got up this morning, looked at myself in the mirror, and I told myself: “Today is going to be a great day.” 🙂 I hope it’s going to be a great day for you too !

Warmest, Albert.

A new start?

Hey Sophia—I hope you have come out of your reclusiveness by now. I was not in a great state of mind – for too many weeks in a row, sadly. It’s been a year now since my mom passed away. While I know that’s not a great excuse to be silent and withdrawn (my mom surely wouldn’t want it this way), it is what it is.

What is it inside of us that keeps us from focusing on what we can do, as opposed to what we cannot – or do not want to do? Laziness? Not really. In my case, it’s a strange melancholy which I have a tendency of cultivating for all of the wrong reasons. I need to get out of the house! Or get out of the house more often, at least. 🙂


Where do you find the mental strength to keep moving, Sophia?

Last week I was on a week-long training. It focused on the skills one needs to survive when on mission in troubled countries. We learned how to detect threats, deal with emergencies, and what have you. One hour only was devoted to what – in my view – is probably the most important skill of all: how to bounce back from setbacks, trauma and stress by enhancing our personal resilience. It was quite self-evident: take care of yourself, be positive, try to find meaning and purpose, stay connected to others, etc. But… Well… That’s easy to say. It’s harder to practice. Today, I told myself I would make an earnest start with it. I’ll update you !

Take care, and keep inspiring us lesser mortals !

Yours, Albert.

Today’s Musings

The wind is howling outside, loud, and angry. It seeps into my dining room through a tiny crack in the window. The squeal it makes as it forces its way into my house is shrill; it makes me anxious, it makes me want to eat chocolate cake so I can drown out the noise.

Days like today assuage the guilt that comes with still being in your pajamas at 3 P.M.. On days like today everyone encourages me to “stay out of the ugly weather” as if I were risking exposure to a contagious virus. On days like today it is acceptable to be a recluse.


I remember flying over the Adriatic Sea and looking out to the horizon where the brilliant sky met the ocean. The two blues melded into one and I imagined I was flying upside down.


Being silent…

Dear Sophia –

The title of this post is just in response to the title of your post – being afraid.

Yes, my new gig has been so good so far. Thanks for inquiring ! 🙂 Because… Yes, I am still good at selling dreams. In fact, I seem to get better at it as I grow older: the Millennials I deal with appreciate my sour mixture of experience and idealism – or so they say. But… Well… Frankly, I’ve been struggling – with myself, and with the world around me. Fortunately, my kids always smile and tell me this is the best world they ever lived in – but then I know that’s because it’s the only world they ever lived in.

This, then, is our destiny, right? We’re happy because our kids are happy – and they always are, of course, because they are young and energetic.

I loved your latest posts – especially the one where you talked about finding some jewels in the “everyday trash heap”. I can see the jewels – but I don’t do much with them. 😦

You know I love math and physics – but I am usually too lazy to get too much into the nitty-gritty of any theory. I have this bright idea. In Einstein’s general theory of relativity, the force of gravity sort of vanishes. All matter just bends space so a straight line is… Well… A curvilinear trajectory in Euclidean space but then… Well… Einstein wondered why we should prefer Euclidean over non-Euclidean spaces, and so he showed we can look at matter bending space so everything continues to move in a ‘straight’ line in a non-Euclidean space. 🙂

My bright idea is the following: what if an electron moving around a nucleus – or moving around in space in general – is also just following a straight line in its own space? What if it, too, is just moving in its own space – without any real forces acting on it? It would explain – for starters – why it is not emitting any radiation while moving around. More importantly, it would… Well… I won’t bother you with technical stuff.

Unfortunately, understanding Einstein’s general relativity theory requires a very deep knowledge of pretty advanced mathematical stuff (tensor algebra, basically), and it’s dealing with matter of one color – so to speak – only. Electromagnetic forces deal with matter coming in two colors – positive and negative. And… So… Well… The math of a general relativity theory for electrodynamics (and – of course – we should integrate quantum theory as well) would be… Well… Totally off-limits for someone like me. 😦

I can see the jewel. It sparkles. It’s just… Well… Will I ever understand it? Probably not. My horizon is shrinking as well. 😦

Warmest – Albert

Being Afraid

Dear Albert,

I hope your latest employment venture is going well and you are finding joy and purpose in your work. Employment is a double-edged sword. The money we earn allows us to dream about all the fabulous things we can do with it, the job often wittingly interrupts those dreams.

I am feeling terribly guilty that I haven’t written in a while, I was ready to excuse my derelict ways with a cheeky message about my husband hijacking the computer to finish this year’s taxes, but that would have been a lie. Deep down I think I was waiting for that instagramable event to write about, or that morsel of profound wisdom I could share. Alas, my life these past few weeks has been very vanilla.

So where to get the inspiration to blog amidst a hum drum life? I suspect that the key to finding the jewels among the everyday trash heap is to be observant. I have recently been making a concerted effort to be more present and aware of my surroundings. This is a challenge for me. It’s a lot easier to succumb to my tendencies to skim over conversations or tasks that I find tedious or uncomfortable. By paying closer attention I might be forced to grapple with underlying themes and feelings that are sometimes frightening. This inattentiveness is a filter. For example, if I really paid attention to tv commercials and took the advertiser’s message at face value I would live in a constant state of fear or at the very least severe anxiety. I am already nervous enough as it is just from watching the news. Granted, commercials seem like a pretty trite thing to ponder since most insult even my dog Lola’s intelligence, however, the same message repeated over and over eventually sinks in to our national and cultural psyche. The pharma commercials alone are doing a good job making one contemplate; do I have thinning eyelashes? If it’s good enough for Brooke Shields then its good enough for me. But then what if I get permanent dark patches on my iris from the medicine? Whether it’s certain disease, the plaintiff lawyers protecting you from imminent danger or the horror of living with large pores, our minds are permeated by fear and fear is a powerful manipulator.

My mother is an excellent example how fear can cause unnecessary stress and limit one’s actions and conceptions. She’s a naturally nervous person. If you call past 8:00 at night she answers with “What happened? What’s wrong?” Geez, I was just calling to see about buying some Tide pods for me at Costco tomorrow. Last week she called worried that I had not fixed the lock on my daughter’s car door. I needed to do so urgently because the number of rapes on campus had skyrocketed. First, rape is a serious concern and warnings regarding safety should never be disregarded, however, as with all information, it’s important to keep some perspective. There were 3 rapes on campus in the last two years. In the scheme of things this is not something I worry about too much and thankfully this news doesn’t automatically bring to mind how my procrastination is putting my daughter in danger. At least on this matter.

Having lived through her share of emotional crisis and physical trauma my mother has been consumed with intangible fears and expectations of the worst possible outcomes since I can remember. Memories of her ominous predictions that I would choke on my lollypop if I ran with it or face some kind of peril if I stayed out because “nothing good happens after 2 a.m.” ring loudly in my head. It has had such a significant impact on me that I routinely find myself making a conscious choice to shut off her voice in my mind. I fight back the urge to imagine the terrible scenario I am already racing to conjure up.

I don’t think I would resent these tendencies as much if I really had conquered my fears. I have known since I was 18 that I have MS. For years, I barely acknowledged to myself that fact that I had MS and did everything I could to suppress my fears related to this disease. I suppose I felt that if I wasn’t scared of it, somehow, I could overcome it. It worked for a while. I was able to ignore it for many years, but like everything else that you ignore, it eventually catches up to you. In the back of my mind I have always been terrified that one day I would be in a wheelchair. Now that today is that day, I am more annoyed than scared. I am certain that my fear did not either delay or precipitate my dependence on the chair or the progression of my disease. What I do think, is that time being afraid, is time wasted. Bad shit will happen, to me and to those I love. I know that. Being afraid or worrying about it won’t stop it from happening. Fear is the background noise that stops me from dealing with the present-day problems. Fear is my excuse to be weak. Fear is my self-doubt. Fear is also a reality that will always lurk, hopefully in the background, creating uncertainty and anxiety.

I mentioned the importance of perspective in maintaining focus. These conversations have provided me with a prism for introspection. I am looking closer at my reflection in the mirror. The person looking back at me is not scared!

Warmest regards,