So outside the 6:30 friday night meeting, Tom is telling me about this therapist he had, kept saying to him “Stop Fighting, You’ve Already Won The War!” Hard to believe it may be true.

What the hell am I struggeling so hard against anyway? Well the two jobs leave me pretty tired, I can riff on that a while, and then there are two ex-wives to match. Everyone understands a good x-wife story. Lots of stories that will get a nod, some understanding.

But the donkey track struggle, going round and round pushing that stone, well, is is my hooves that have worn that circular track so smooth, so deep. And I get the feeling I could go round that particular circle forever, telling the same stories. Fighting the same fights. Sometimes more work to create the ‘enemy’ than the fight itself.

But, if life is not a struggle, then what the hell am I going to do with myself, here, alone in the appartment on a friday night?