- I slipped the golden handcuffs.
- I escaped from cubicle prison.
- I am following my bliss.
- I am woefully under-employed.
"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.