Basta (enough) with the disclaimer:
I was born in NYC and lived most of my life in sight of the Manhattan skyline. Now I look out my window and see deer in my back yard. Is this progress?
I was a fat, nerdy, painfully shy, super smart kid. Now I am a pretty fit, covertly nerdy, can-pretend-not-to-be-shy, less smart adult. This is probably progress.
I was always an introvert who lived inside his head and buried himself in books and music. I am now a closet introvert who still lives inside his head but loves the physicality of working out (and other things) and who manages to entertain large groups of musicians by lecturing about the intricacies of great music. This is definitely progress.
OhKay, Laaadies, here's the sexy part: I do cooking, shopping and housework. (Cool down, now...See why I saved that for last?)