Life is a game. Sometimes you get to pick the game. Life events have led me to a place where I am at the edge of the frying pan preparing to leap into the fire. The only question is what will happen when I get into the fire, sit and sizzle or continue to move forward? Yes, I am being overly dramatic. What will really happen has nothing to do with what is going on in my mind. Sure life is playing 52 card pickup with me, the question is what will I do from here? Carefully look at all the cards and pick them up in the right order neatly stacked? Grab them all into a pile, make it look like I had done all the hard work (cards still random)? Well, if I am going to get to pick the next game, when I pick them up I am going to stack the deck in my favor. Life might want to play 52 pickup again, but just in case I get to pick, I am going to put in some effort. Perhaps a few details are in order. Between modest income, outrageous inflation,...