So I have come to accept the fact that I am a happier person when i have a good video game in my life. Am i proud of that, no. but i’m no longer running from it.
I think one reason might be that I don’t have many areas in my life where I can say, “that’s done, I’m finished, I succeeded, and in fact I kicked that’s arse!”
Church is always a work in progress, fatherhood has good days and bad days, but no “work is done” days, and being a home maker is, as they say, like beading a string with no knot.
But when i finish a level on a game, its done, i’m never gunna have to do it again, and there’s usually someone there to tell me how much arse i kicked!