There are great parts of my life. There are sucky parts.
There are successes, and failures.
It's not really surprising. It certainly isn't unique.
Mostly, I'm tired. I feel like I should retreat to a nice cave somewhere, maybe furnished with a mossy rug and a fire pit.
Winter comes. Hibernation time. Then spring, and time to awaken, and maybe eat some berries.
Anyway, I'll be around later. If I'm not where you expect me to be, check my cave. I'll be underground somewhere.