I got a reminder yesterday that I hold myself to a very high standard. (Subtext: I beat myself up all the time.) Something good happened to a friend of mine, and when he put it in context to show me how good it was, I realized that I really am pretty stupid in what I complain about.

Things aren't bad at all.

Also, I think of myself as not religious but spiritual, but it occurs to me that it's been a long time since I've had anything that could be called a "spiritual moment". Of course, they usually happen outdoors and I live in upstate New York when I'm not in Vermont, so that's probably all there is to it.