Atlas Shrugged
I spent the day contemplating my new life free of the LaLa – foot loose and fancy free and that is my new jam. My neighbor brought out her trusty mortgage calculator and determined that I could be living in a house and paying 1/4 of what I am now and hey, taking myself out for a celebratory lunch or dinner every week. I say live instead of die a slow mortgage death.
The greater part about today was sitting out at the playground and watching the kids play and chit chatting with the moms on a picnic blanket spread on the grass. It’s 77 degrees here – hard to beat – who cares about boots and coats when you can just sit in the sunshine on December 19th?
This evening, I sat with my neighbor having wine and looked at the bayou and watched the grimmacing night runners go by – they kept a coming while we talked about assisted living and nursing homes. Lord Today. And she said the last thing she wanted to be was like the woman who lives across the bayou and walks every day – who is alone – who is 96 years old. She wants to rock on with her peeps in some communal fashion.
My horoscope today said to appreciate my friends and so I spent whatever free time I had doing so – I appreciate you and you and you.
At the end of the day, I have felt like I was carrying the whole world on my shoulders and now I just hitched my left shoulder up and let roll off my back the gigantic atlas that has been sinking me into the earth. They say if you can’t walk away from something, it’s got you. I say freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.