Life could be a bit simpler, but would it be as fun? Would it be easier? Yes of course. My life could be better right now, but I am not stresing it as much as I would've done in the past. I don't know, something really bad happened yesterday. Really really really terrible thing that is a new piece of 330lb dead weight, the size of a quarter, pressed against my sternocleidomastoid muscle. And I'm walking. I'm walking, reading, living, loving, dancing, and not being terribly disfuncitonal, which is what I would've done before.
I don't know, but I find myself relaxed. Am I in some type of denial? I don't know, but I know that the problem will be resolved in due time and that I have the support of friends if and when I need it. Word is bond paper.