Currently: I'm sitting on a beach chair in my open garage, overlooking my freshly cleaned car on the driveway, listening to Brad Paisley sing about inner tubes and trailer hitches, sipping a Jose Cuervo margarita out of a plastic cup and reading a 10-page paper from 1980 on Gestalt Therapy written by Gertrude Krause. 

Currently: I kind of like myself. And my life.