If he has limitations, then I have limitations. Does that make things a bit easier, or harder? Does it depend on the veracity of the limitations? I know people who have overcome their limitations, at least seemingly. It’s the American way.

What if you start with the assumption that you have limitations. What if you start from where you are, which isn’t where you’re going to be. You’re going to be further along, somewhere else. I still can’t believe I can type. Before I could type, I couldn’t. Then I could. It’s a funny sort of transformation. Thank you Mavis Beacon. You did it.

I love him. I love him regardless if he has limitations. I don’t hold them against him. How about myself? Can I identify and deal with my own possible limitations? Why do I like to get ahead of myself? Do I fear being limited that much? I have to peek into the future to make sure I get there. Meanwhile I’m not here in the here and now to soak up the good life, the life, life. Only now, when I’m writing. I’m in the zone it seems.