I love my life. I try to remind myself of that every once in a while, because I have a habit of falling into fits of self pity and despair. I was in one of those last night, after being forced to make some decisions that I really didn't want to make. Nothing really earth-shattering on any kind of cosmic scale. Just decisions that are going to make my life a little difficult for the next six months or so.
So, I will say it again. I love my life. Great wife. Great kids. Great friends. I am relatively healthy, just a little too fluffy. Summer is on its way.
Saint Marty loves his life.
Final thoughts from poet Melissa Broder . . .
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