My analogy of the trial of life is the humble onion. 'tis my belief that every experience we have, every day that goes by, adds another layer to the skin ... until you are such a big bastard onion, you keel over and peg it. OK, so ignore the bit about the big bastard onion, and keeling over.
My point, as I sit here writing, is that I've accumulated too many layers of (onion)skin. I need to lose a vast number of them and get back to the cute little spring onion I once was.... Hmm, too many years of appallingly bad behaviour and habits might make this seem, to those who know me, impossible. However, with due diligence, and a fair wind, I'm sure I can succeed! ;) *coughs from laughing too much*
Oh well, and how was your day?