When my life is not going well, I cling to the few good things that I have. The world seems a hostile place, so I hesitate to go into it. I remember feeling that way when I was 26. I was leaving a job I did not like and moving to a different state to go to graduate school. I was sorry to leave behind the folk music radio show and the farmer's market. But once I moved, I found my new home had an amazing health food store and an amazing amount of folk music on the radio.
It's backwards. The better my life is, the more willing I am to walk away from it. The worse my life is, the more tightly I cling to it. I cling to the few good things I have, because there seem to be so few good things in the world. I shrink from the unknown, because so often the unknown is not what I want.