So I have decided to take to the road again. I have been contemplating a companion for this trip and even posted to my friends on Facebook but in all likely-hood, I will be going at it alone. More than likely since most of my friends are married or have kids or have both. Most of my readership consists of my friends anyway, Hi Guys! Some of you were disappointed when I stopped writing last year. My apologies, I just assumed I’d tell you of my mis-adventures when I got home. I never thought of it from your point of view. This blog was your way of coming with me. I promise i won’t kick you out of the car no matter how small my readership maybe. T-minus 2 weeks and counting.
One day in, and I fell free not like a vacation. Vacations take work, planning, and more work when you get back; taking crap from your boss, requesting leave, babysitters, pre-loading your work so you can go , doing the back log of work when you get back, finding a place for the dog, packing, reservations. This isn’t a vacation this is liberation and it’s a long time coming. This blog this journal are both witness and catharsis. This trip both journey and jury to an audit of character. I am enjoying the process even if I never have a time like this again. I have it now. I am writing it down and breathing it in with the windows down Newport in my left hand that’s attached to an arm 3 shades darker than my right. I could end up at a job I hate in front of the TV in the afternoons waiting for life to pass me by. Right now though I can do anything I want, be anywhere. Now in this moment, I’ve found it even if I never have it again I have it now and it feels good F R E E