I'm 44. I don't have a house. I live in a small apartment. I don't own a car. I don't have a high-paying job (although I do have savings). I will not get a nice company pension when I retire. Most people I know make much more money than I do and have wonderful houses that are great for entertaining people. At work I'm counting my blessings that I managed to get part of a resource storage room for my desk and computer in our recent horrendous move.

I find myself wondering, "Should I have chosen a different path/career/whatever?"

However, I believe with all my heart that teaching English as a Second Language is right for me and that I make a positive difference in peoples' lives by doing it. I also believe--at least most of the time-- that I have something worthwhile to share as a writer and actor. And having been to 16 countries (including Canada and the U.S.) should count for something.

BUT SOMETIMES IT'S DAMNED FRUSTRATING!!!!!

P.S. -------------I still have a nasty cold!

P.P.S. ----------------------------Have a nice day! :-( :-0 :-)