I wonder sometimes if becoming comfortable is a good thing. I don't want to come across as someone complaining that they have too much -- believe me, I don't -- but when I was poorer I felt more alive. I don't know if it was a function on living on an edge, so there was always excitement, good and bad, and an urgency to everything. Things seemed to have meant more back then.
Not it seems the only grand mission I have in life is to not screw things up before I get to the finish line. Last week in this thread I cheered the fact that I could be in a position to retire in a few years...now part of me is scared of what that actually means.