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In the beginning.....What can I say except so many untaken roads, but then by this point in someone of my age, there are bound to be. I am where I am, no regrets, looking for where I can complete the circle, listening, watching for the clues.

If there has been a theme it is that of the Ancient Mariner's albatross. After so much time as the flightless, ungainly and often dead bird around the necks of people who mean something to me, I choose to back away from falling into that role. But it still happens, despite my best efforts. Like the albatross, I just want to be, not extinct, but in the background so some bored sailor won't see me and beat me to a pulp.

This may sound a little off to a normal, but to those who live in constant pain it may resonate, sound healthy, compassionate. After all, who wants to listen to someone complaining about something beyond their terms of reference and their control? Keeping the pain to myself, carrying on regardless and albatross avoidance... it does generate a sense of pride and the illusion of control.