Brain Like a Cork

Accepting I turn into a St Bernard at night wasn't difficult, I've slept on puddled pillows for years. It's just who I am. Accepting I'll never complete a marathon was easy too (especially since I lack any desire to run one). But discovering my brain bobs like cork is unacceptable to me. It's kind of a good news/bad news thing--I guess. The good news is my brain will never drown, the bad news is it sinks to the level of the people I'm around.

Good news is now I'll be choosing more carefully and wisely who I spend time with.

Freedom. . .I Had It All Along

Believing others grant freedom was the biggest mistake of my life. You choose freedom. Why isn't this taught in schools?

So, today I declare my self free.

A Gift Long Waiting to be Opened

Today I learned it's easier to be thankful.

Eleven

Returning to place I called home thirty-five years ago. Technically, I'm not moving back to the town I grew up in, but close enough.  I won't know anyone' s name, but will know everyone.  Anyway, I'm free in eleven days and heading there to nest.