It occurred to me last night that I’ve temporarily passed on the pursuit of a bunch of material stuff while trying to get Real Joe on his feet. I’ve had to put aside my desires for a new trials bike, a road bike, traveling, snowboarding, theatre or concert tickets, racquetball tourneys, fancy dining out, investing, etc. Yet I feel strangely good about this, even though I still want all that stuff. I guess that’s a confirmation that this is my calling.