So transient things have been in my life, sometimes I feel like I'm constantly in a state of starting over.

You know what I mean?

People come and go. Jobs come and go. The good, the bad, the struggles, the happiness... it all comes and goes. But especially the good. The happiness. Like the wind in March, it blows in, and blows out, and sometimes you're never sure when it might return.

This isn't a tale of woe. It's just an observation. We have to work to get to the good stuff, but the crap seems to flow to us without any effort at all.

On to the next good thing I have to work on....