Sunday, March 27, 2011

2011. My Year of Living Dangerously

I am not learning to sky dive, ride a motorcycle or drive a mile with the gas gauge on E. Nonetheless, this is my year of living dangerously. I left a 6-figure corporate job -- that was wrong on so many levels -- in pursuit of happiness.
  • I slipped the golden handcuffs.
  • I escaped from cubicle prison.
  • I am following my bliss.
  • I am woefully under-employed.
GASP! Go ahead and clutch those pearls. I have never done anything so irresponsible in my entire life! I am the ever the good girl. I eat my vegetables, return my library books on time, recycle. I'm in bed by 10pm and take my vitamins every day. I have worked at least 2 jobs since I was 14. So why am I taking this leap? Well future posts will go into more detail, but in the meantime I'll use this chestnut:
"If not now, when?"
Two of the most important and influential women in my life -- my Mom, Bernice, and my Gran, Helen No. 1 -- died at the age of 61. 61! They were good girls too. They worked hard and produced some pretty amazing people. They died too young. They died toiling for the next paycheck. They died never having seen a Carribean sunset or their grandchildren become rockstars. Last November I turned 51. I decided that if these next 10 years are my last on earth then I'm going to make each day meaningful. I'll be eating a lot of peanut butter and using teabags twice, but I'm going to live dangerously and fully. I am going to dig deep and find my bliss and follow where it leads. I'm taking spiritual inventory. I am going to find ways to support myself by helping others. 


How? Dunno. Let's find out together.
Love, Lelly

2 comments:

  1. From one "good girl" to another, I'm impressed and rooting for you!

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  2. Thank you Lisa! I'm glad to have you in my corner. Love, Lelly

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