“Evidence That You’ve Had a Good Life”:

 [Ori­gi­nally pos­ted June, 2012]

This was a real treat: When I was visi­ting my mother’s house last week I went and dug up some of my old dra­wings from the attic, where I had left them for safe keeping.

What I’d for­got­ten was JUST how many I had left there. There were thou­sands of them, drawn over a period of six or seven years. THOUSANDS.

Sud­denly, loo­king there at the huge pile of business-card wallets lying there on the desk, I sud­denly rea­li­zed… I did it. I had crea­ted a body of work. Seriously.

It was a great fee­ling. Sud­denly I felt that I finally had evi­dence here and now that, no mat­ter what hap­pens from now on, regard­less, it’s been a good life. It’s been a good fight.

I felt so thankful.

That’s all we all really want, at the end of the day. Evi­dence. And gratitude.

Onward…