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[balmofgilead]

I've spent a lot of my life waiting for problems to go away and for things to get easier, or at least thinking that as soon as I successfully took care of some particular problem, everything would be easy for a bit.

I think I'm realizing that this doesn't happen.  There's always (or almost always) something, unless you're two. And even when you're two, I bet something like "hey that kid grabbed my toy!" feels earthshattering. Besides, I remember having what I thought were Big Concerns even when I was a kid--like the time my seven-year-old self was *convinced* for months that I had cancer in my gut (I felt the lump!) because I had a spoonful of Sweet n Low, and I was afraid to tell my mother because, after all, she had cautioned me against eating the stuff: NO DON'T DO THAT THAT STUFF CAUSES CANCER.

I'm going to choose to believe that it does get easier - not because shit stops happening, but because we can get better at dealing with shit. 

New plan: get better at dealing with shit. Calmly and effectively.