As Good as it Gets

I have been in a wonderful therapy group for over 13 years.  "Thirteen years?" you exclaim.  "How can it be good if you've been in it for thirteen years?"  To this I simply answer, you don't just go to the gym for 2-3 years and say, "well, that'll take care of that. I'm good to go for the rest of my life."  Joining and committing to this group has been unquestionably one of the most important choices I've made in my life. 

This week I spoke about the thought that came to me this week: as I looked at so many of the unfinished projects in my life, I asked  "Is this as good as it gets?"  Just like the movie of the same name asked.  Am I destined to look at the flotsam of projects that got to the B or C stage when they deserved to be taken to X, Y and Z stage?

It's no surprise to me that I've finally asked this.  I'm 41 years old, not married (though I'd like to be) and have no children (though I'd like at least one).   During my scholastic years, I lived with undiagnosed ADHD (now unmedicated ADHD) and from 20'ish - 34ish, I lived daily with Depression (now successfully medicated).  This combination of crapitude (that's the medical term) kept me at barely surviving level for years.  I feel like I am finally able to lift my head a bit and look at the big picture in a way that I'd love to have done when younger but I didn't or couldn't.  Such is that path that my life has taken.  

I reject that this is a good as it gets.  
My next step is finding ADHD medication that works for me.  

As y'all know, I'll report back.