As I get older it's becoming obvious that it isn't that I've become better at the art of adaptation from so much travel, but that the amount and severity of consistent scenery change has forced me to trade hustle weight in favor of a more equitable distribution of courtesy. While I can't say that things are either easier or harder since I've been stung by the humility current -- it's somehow landing me right where I need to be to receive love I didn't think noticed me.. and all that sparkly, huggable opportunity by proxy. I try to make being decent without allowance a priority and sometimes run myself ragged in a cycle of low self-worth and guilt.. but this one day an icicle fell on my head.. and I guess that's the point.
Do good and forget about the payback. Your piggy bank'll be fine.