Three years and 9 days ago I spent my 40th birthday in a welfare office about 12 blocks away from where I currently live, trying to get rental assistance. I didn't get it. Subsequently I was evicted.
Today I dumped my Geico insurance and got a policy with "Don't Ask Don't Tell Insurance Co." (name changed to protect the lives of the innocent) for half the amount that the lizard wanted me to pay. It allows me to keep the trend that has begun in the last few months of keeping money in my savings and checking accounts, instead of dropping it all on my debts.
My savings are growing. Possibly for the first time ... ever.
I live in NYC again and I can afford it now. I have not only one job, but two jobs that I like.
Three years and 9 days from now ... what will it be? The start of my 43-year marriage? The birth of my daughter? The publication of my novel? The purchase of my NYC condo?
I am a vital, attractive, single and intelligent man of a certain age living in Manhattan. The sky is my limit. My past is just that.
Thanks be to God.