Today it hit me how spectacularly I have failed in life. Everything I set out to accomplish, everything I had hoped would happen - nil, nada, nothing. It's quite spectacular really in its breadth. To many people I'm not a failure at all, and I'm not looking for outside affirmation. But in the ways that I had hoped to succeed: I haven't. Today was discovering the most painful one of all. I'm tired to picking myself up and starting over. I will, but it's such a drag.
However, I do realize that I have succeeded in one area. I had a wonderful dinner with St.Dickeybird tonight and a splendid evening with EarthMother and her kids last night. I am rich in friends. And yes, that does mean something to me.