Reposting from Facebook 4 hours ago:

I’m microblogging my feelings today because I’m passing through one of my “dark cycles”.  It’s shallow enough that I can maintain my focus on moving forward.  I’m having the most magical weekend of my life, solving problems that are 30 years old, feeling like I belong in the world – and yet I’m still haunted by the same emptiness, even if only a little.  Why couldn’t I ever get a straight answer from anyone about what was going on with me, psychically?  Why was everything about money?  Why would my soul “choose” to be in a world this dark, this hopeless?

I’ve always been frustrated with life … but it does seem that after decades of going back and forth between two extremes that the light and dark are meeting in the center.  More later.