my own dr...

the dr gave me a good diagnosis. true, his doctorate is in mechanical engineering but the way he recites poetry every few minutes and has such a positive outlook on life that his advice is exactly what i needed. i mean, looking over the hissy-fit of a post about my “quarter-century”, it took a 54 year old to help me realize that it really doesn’t matter how many times the earth has turned around itself since i was born.

and, the whole wanting to taste failure thing: it happened. thankfully, it didn’t feel as bad as it once did but it was failure and i knew. let’s leave it at that.