Who Are You? or should I say "who were you?"

I'm a recovering Catholic who barely escaped seminary unscathed. So had to get into drugs 'n drink and blow up a career in laboratory equipment design (ever heard of the Pipetman?...that's my baby) and a premature marriage to get over it. A decade later I married an older secular NY Jewess and returned to hands-on work, and am now comfortable enough to revisit my familial Catholic clergy ancestors and their stories of miraculous cures and unexplained phenomena. A maternal aunt started and ran an order of nuns, and was responsible for building several hospitals in the 70-80s, staffing them with young maidens she recruited from the third world, teaching them nursing, and then sending most back to establish clinics in their homelands. A true unsung heroine, and an early mentor....

So I've come a bit full circle, trying to wear life like a loose coat amidst my recovering-Catholic history and current quasi-serious Tai Chi practice. Life's pretty good, but WHY do I have to keep tweaking my system? Aaargh!