To those given much, much is expected.
I had an enjoyable trip these last four days at my parents' lakehouse. I was with Schencks, and I was happy that my uncle Ron was there, and we could commiserate a bit. There's a lot of pain in my present life, but things are better, in a sense, than they have ever been. I look toward the prospect of proving myself to myself, as it were, and, as my father noted, resurrecting the old me who could do what I wanted because of discipline. That me was gone for a long time. And soon, with that selfsame focus, enhanced by maturity, I will be a good husband, have a healthy body and lifestyle, make the people I am around comfortable, and lead with goodness, not the strident naked assertion of the lead.
More is to come; for that I am thankful.