Now, of course, I don't chronicle ALL of my weeping in my journal, so there's more weeping going on than people see, as when I cannot find the right fuschia for Kavi's room. Or when I decide Kevin doesn't really love me. But it's true that I get over that sort of thing a lot faster than I used to -- generally within half an hour, in fact. Look -- we grow, we mature! Excellent to see evidence of actual emotional progress.
And of course, the elements of my life have improved mightily since my early 20s too. Now I have a good job, work I love, some published books, a steady partner, a steady sweetie, two kids, a dog, and almost a house. :-) I even have most of my health (the main thing I can expect to lose in years to come, sigh). Life, it is good.
Now, if I could just have an extra twenty hours a week to rest and relax, I would believe my students when they tell me my life is balanced. I'm pretty sure running at a breakneck pace from morning to night doesn't qualify.
(I actually am planning to take it easy today, for a change. Yay, me.)