The other day I was searching my computer for a document. The results brought up some archives of the blog I'd kept back in my house dwelling years. My "normal life" years. Oh my.
I went back through those old posts. Ah, the things that used to take up space in my brain, the things that used to concern me. There was a lot of discontent and anxiety, even anger—sometimes beneath the surface, sometimes splattered all over the place. I knew I hadn't been happy with my life for several years, but the old posts made it clear to current Me just how messed up the former Me had been.
Ending my career, selling the house, getting rid of most of my possessions (including artwork that I truly loved) and hitting the road in the Rolling Steel Tent was the best thing I could have done for my mental health. I was like an innocent man getting out of prison. It was like being released from a psychiatric hospital I shouldn't have been in because I was the sane (or saner) one.
I'm so glad I had the choice to do this. I'm thankful to Bob Wells and others who showed me that this new life was an option. I'm a new man.