Recently I have been keenly aware of how little I have “suffered” in this life. My current life circumstances are such that every day tasks feel difficult. Going anywhere, trying to preform the most simple tasks require so much effort. There is a sense of constant “doing,” and yet very little is actually done. And in this state I hear my inner voice grumbling and occasionally crying. Then I take a step back and realize how easy my life truly is. So that leads me to the conclusion that my life has been so easy any difficulty feel hard or overwhelming. I hate to admit this about myself. I almost deleted this post in case anyone reads it and finds out how soft I am. Good grief, get my to the psychoanalyst’s stat!