I'm 64, and you'd think by now that - like you say - I'd be sitting here content, having "found" myself and solved all my problems.

Oh brother. I feel like I'm still about 25yrs old. Many of the problems I USED to have are gone, but I always manage to come up with more. Good grief, won't it ever stop?

I've been in therapy off and on all my adult life, and I'm sick of it. I just plain refuse to go back -- I pretty much know what I should do. And it's nothing serous anyway.

And since it's nothing serious, I'll just deal with it on my own. But darn it, I wish I was like my grandmother -- she was so content in her faith. I just can't get there. NUTS.

Oh well -- Being a nut case can be interesting, I have to admit. God bless everyone! Hugs, Lee