The first and second third of my life

Talking with Christina today, I realized that the first 22 years of my life (and more) were relatively idyllic because my mom and my dad took such good care of me, Bruce, and Joy. Christina's parents took good care of her and her sister too.

So we learned for about 24 years that life was easy.

Then, life got harder. And it didn't seem fair. It seemed horribly wrong. It still seems unfair. And horribly wrong.

And, out of my 50 years on this planet, I've had better years than most people. Yes, I had two failed marriages. Yes, our evil stepmother stole $41,000 from Bruce and me. Yes, my jobs weren't perfect. I've made lots of mistakes.

But I've loved and been loved, I've done work that I've been proud of, and my life has probably been more "successful" than most lives.

So I should quit feeling sorry for myself.