I feel like I'm wasting my singlehood. No, I'm not referring to all the sex I'm not having (and there's a lot I'm not having...). I'm talking about the fact that I'm not responsible in any significant way for any other human being besides myself.
I should be more impulsive. I should take more risks. I should pack a suitcase, drive to the airport, and buy a ticket to New York. Or Chicago. Or Scotland. Any random destination for which there is a flight leaving in the next hour.
I should quit my job, move to Alaska, and work for a funeral home. Or maybe I should move to LA and become a Star. Ha!
I need to purge my apartment of excess junk. Lighten the load. The five-minute rule from Heat. Rather than packing and moving, I want to be able to "send for my things" from some far and distant land.
If I disappear for a while, lets hope it's not because I'm busy patching my mud house, preparing for the Winter rains, but because I've finally ventured out over the horizon and discovered a pile of bricks with which to build an new, better house.
I should be more impulsive. I should take more risks. I should pack a suitcase, drive to the airport, and buy a ticket to New York. Or Chicago. Or Scotland. Any random destination for which there is a flight leaving in the next hour.
I should quit my job, move to Alaska, and work for a funeral home. Or maybe I should move to LA and become a Star. Ha!
I need to purge my apartment of excess junk. Lighten the load. The five-minute rule from Heat. Rather than packing and moving, I want to be able to "send for my things" from some far and distant land.
If I disappear for a while, lets hope it's not because I'm busy patching my mud house, preparing for the Winter rains, but because I've finally ventured out over the horizon and discovered a pile of bricks with which to build an new, better house.