I had an uncomfortable memory this morning about a conversation I had when someone told me I was living my fantasy life. As if he really knew my life. As if my life is so easy. I remember being so stunned that I couldn't even respond. I also remember knowing that he couldn't live a day in my shoes. That's the thing, none of us could live each other's lives and we should stop pretending like we could. We get all "knowy" about the business of other folks and don't spend enough time taking care of ours. I let the memory play and then I just let it go. I let. It. Go.