It was now clear that the door was swinging open widely: “Catch me if you can” was the prime directive. Suddenly life had become more alive. Nothing surrounded me except my own personal joie de viv. The need to behave, conform and worst of all fit in were now shed like last summer’s stretched out bathing suit.
The sheer guts it took to keep walking, in fact, skipping forward was now a game of spiritual aerobics. All the happy camper things I had learned so long ago, that had been shelved for enforced behavior mod and believing in the corporate song and dance were now awakening again.
Life would certainly be intriguing. If nothing else, I’d do what I’d always wanted to do: live off shore in a cool place (to be defined) and WRITE! Wheels up!