How about: I flew by the seat of my pants for most of my adult life and somehow ended up over the top contented? Life is good, thanks for asking.
Mine was fucking great, now I live in hell for the rest of my existence.
Your in between ports. You got to move around and be seen to get noticed...
I reserve the right to drop everything and walk away if I want. So far that's only happened once or twice. It's not a door but it is a window and it's open.
Well, I'm certainly not where I expected to be, but I'm learning to live with it, and maybe even enjoy it a little.