I Have So Many Things

In Terms Of What Happened Over That Hiatus That I Took, I Just Rested. I Spent That Time With My Family, During Their Really Formative Years, And Enjoyed That, And I Messed With Pills And New Medications That Help Me To Deal With Dyskinesia And Some Other Things I Was Struggling With, That I Don't Have As Much Now Because Of Medication To Counter The Side Effects. So, It Just Seemed Like The Right Time To Do It.

I Remember My Son Wanted To Go To Bed With His Cowboy Boots On, And We Had This Fight For Like An Hour. Then I Realized That The Only Good Reason I Had For Him Not To Do It Is Because I Didn't Want Him To. There Was Really No Other Reason. And Finally I Said, "ok, Fine." It Was A Great Victory For Me, Because I Realized It Doesn't Really Matter.

By 21, I Was Earning Six Figures A Week. By 23, I Had A Ferrari. It Was Nuts.

I Don't Burden Myself Too Much With Others' Expectations - Or Even My Own Expectations. I Think Your Happiness Grows In Direct Proportion To Your Acceptance, And In Inverse Proportion To Your Expectations. It's Just A Matter Of Putting One Foot In Front Of The Other - Or Doing The Next Right Thing, So To Speak.

To Be Brutally Honest, For Much Of That Time, I Was The Only Person In The World With Parkinson's. Of Course, I Mean That In The Abstract. I Had Become Acutely Aware Of People Around Me Who Appears To Have The Symptoms Of Parkinson's Disease, But As Long As They Didn't Identify With Me, I Was In No Rush To Identify With Them. My Situation Allowed, If Not Complete Denial, At Least A Thick Padding Of Insulation.