All but one

A friend and I had lunch last week. We hadn’t talked in a while, and were catching up on how our lives had changed. He’d moved to another state, bounced around at his job, had a baby (along with his wife, no immaculate conception), bought a new car…

I’d gotten out from under an ineffective boss, gotten a cushy job downtown, lost a lot of weight, gone to Mexico, started a side business… and broke up with my girlfriend over a protracted period of time; a very painful experience.

His comment was “Well, except for that one area of your life, things are going pretty good for you.”

To which I can only think: Yeah, the one area of my life that’s most important to me is in the shitter, while everything that I don’t really care about is smooth sailing.