Damn I'm lucky!
Does it get boring to read that I'm living most of my fantasies; finding satisfaction in life & love & art, even sleeping now & then? Sure, I could use a clone or six to have some of my fun for me, and sure, it'd be sweet if somebody'd knit me a new neck, but a little wrung-outedness & some bearable physical pain don't begin to add up to the grief so many folks have to complain about.
The journal entries I deleted from my first 2 years here were almost all about angst, most of it connected to my relationship decisions. Amazing how much more of the world I can see without that kind of drama squatting on my horizon.
Does it get boring to read that I'm living most of my fantasies; finding satisfaction in life & love & art, even sleeping now & then? Sure, I could use a clone or six to have some of my fun for me, and sure, it'd be sweet if somebody'd knit me a new neck, but a little wrung-outedness & some bearable physical pain don't begin to add up to the grief so many folks have to complain about.
The journal entries I deleted from my first 2 years here were almost all about angst, most of it connected to my relationship decisions. Amazing how much more of the world I can see without that kind of drama squatting on my horizon.