Usually I believe it will happen, sometimes I know it will happen and, on occasion, I fear it will never happen. I feel like a chameleon at times and after outwardly successful social situations I leave, get alone, look back and feel like a fraud. I admire people who seem to interact with confidence and seem to expect to be accepted, apparently never doubting that they are OK.
Lucky men!
When we get to that point it will not be luck it will be with a lot of heart-wrenching work.

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I'm a freeman now, his authority's dead
no pain monger lies in my comfortable bed!