I’m frequently reminded that I made it further than expected. I did a lot of work and made a lot of progress. It just doesn’t look like much because I started at negative numbers. A normal person would not be impressed simply by the fact that I have an address and a bank account. Fuck that. I have a wife and kids. I may even make enough money for once to be considered lower-lower-middle class. Bills paid motherfucker. Vacations booked. Thoughts of the harder times and my own actions which put me there come up on a daily basis. People that I might know from before. Situations that make me nervous. Subtle reminders that I might not be totally welcome no matter how much time and work I put in. Fears I need to keep to myself. We all got normal shit to deal with. Besides there’s also some current chaos happening around us. I basically had to win the lottery to get here. The real challenge is keeping it. Or at least using it correctly