I’m having fun here and there throughout the day, in spite of having flares from rheumatoid arthritis. I have a very mild case. I feel as though I have nothing to work out, I’m not conflicted. It feels as though God is glad I’m here. The pain of missing people is acute sometimes, but I remember that they’re on their path, and wish them well. We’re all precious children of God no less loved for the conflicts we’ve had. I can allow people their decisions. And leave my heart open. And stay close to my higher power always. Joy fills in where irritation and fear fall away. This is as I was made, to resonate with joy and warmth in my heart. Doubts about what to do vanish. Clarity about what matters emerges from the fog of human concerns. I’m human and underdeveloped, is all.