Time.

The cure all.
I've done my share of thinking over the past 19 months.
That's exactly how long ago my life took a sharp veer off what used to be it's course.

Since that time, I have rectified my blood pressure problem as well as my gout problem and my liver problem. I've been given a clean bill of health on ALL of that - PLUS my prostrate, EKG and cholesterol/triglycerides. Although, due to the nature of my occupation and eating habits, my weight remains the same.

I've returned to the music scene and augmented both my penchant for photography as well as my potential to return to drumming. 19 months ago - NEITHER of those were a remote possibility, what-so-ever.

Time has eliminated my dependence on gas guzzlers and 2nd hand heaps.
Time has all but eliminated my need to pay support of any kind. I have a mere 2 months left after 12+ years of it.
Time has etched away much of the sting from the past relationship's heartbreaks.
Time has finally weaned my children's dependence upon me for most of their trivial and gossip ridden life-paths.
Time will further etch away the scars of the past and remove all but a few rememberances of these issues.
Time has depleated the need to self medicate as I had dome consistantly for a 6 year and 4 month period. Beer is hardly anything more than a Larry the Cable Guy joke and not at all condusive to my gout, nor my health. Ice water has become the beverage of choice.
Time has taken friends and aquaintances before their own time - or perhaps before my own ability to compensate for lost time in contacting them.
Time has become a friend - a companion... rather than an enemy.
As I grow older, I realize the night is nearer and the day's labors are closer to completed than my ability to perceive life's rest may enable me to see it.

Time has passed.
And there's now more past... than future.