Lest I remind you, this was my year to live dangerously and FULLY. My luxurious, self-indulgent freedom to do whatever I want within financial and legal boundaries. Have I wasted 1,920 precious hours? To what to I attribute this time in my Good Girl Gant Chart? If time is money, have I squandered my savings?
I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I'm learning to listen and remain open without judgement. I refuse to self-flagellate. I am happy. I've explored some opportunities that I would not have even NOTICED were I still in corporate mode. Yep, almost none of them have made me rich or even made a dent in the monthly mortgage payment. But. Dancing with 12 amazing octogenarians in an Alzheimer's ward? Snoozing on the couch with a very special man? Laughing with my cousins? Drinking coffee with new friends? Time well spent.
Yesterday the cosmos gave me an interesting gift in celebration of my six-month anniversary. A fortune from a cookie eaten at least a year ago fluttered out of its hiding place in my wallet.
Happiness is around the next corner, wealth is down the street.
I am exactly where I am supposed to be.