I have been very lucky, but I have wasted much of was given to me. I have squandered my yard. have made mistakes I regret, and regret, and regret. I hurt people; I have been hurt. I am loved insufficiently; I love insufficiently. All the usual human failings- we are nothing if not predictable.
I lack the energy, and courage, to muster a crisis, but midlife consumes me anyway. I am not sure what to make of where I am, but I am here.