These are what are left, and I need to workout the correct balance for what is important to me.
I have recently excluded two prime aspects of my life, work and romantic relationships.
Work is gone, 100%, never again, no way.
Relationships have been my driving force all my life, think poetry and insane commitment, but I am over it. I still really like the idea, but I will no longer seek it as a priority.
Debauchery is something I find hard to resist. I can, but it is simply fun, and possibly the best use of my limited time here. Merriment.
Self-indulgence is the big question. Because I don’t know if my writing is of value to others, or just wankery. I can only know from the response. My plan is to be more a writer than a wastrel.
But above all that is family. I have emerging adult children, and a grandson now. If all I ever do is be there for them and with them, that is a mighty achievement.