Measuring progress

I was contacted by a former co-worker recently, a very nice person. Afterward I had nightmares all night about the former job.

I like my new life better even if I am much poorer and have nothing of importance or prestige to say when people ask "what do you do?"

I hope to make more money some day, but not at the expense of my sanity. I may end up in an old RV parked on Calle Cesar Chavez like the folks I saw when I fixed my bike at Bici Centro yesterday, but that would be better than living my nightmares.