Security, of a Sort

I've been working full-time for a couple of months.  And a couple of weeks ago, Alan started back to work full-time, too.

We're both gainfully employed, as opposed to the self-employment we've been used to for a really long time.

We know what we'll be doing tomorrow, next week, next year, even.

And every two weeks or so, we deposit our paycheques in the bank.

We can start to pay down the debts incurred in the most recent bout of self-employment.

We have security, in other words.

And I can't even begin to tell you how utterly freaked out I am by this.