Days drone on, if I don’t do anything to create
special.
Figuring out what I want is problematic. What do I
want to do?
Thinking about can make me feel quite edgy, like its
taboo. If the thought makes me twitch, I release it. Now is my time of year to
plan, so I need to figure out what the hell I want. I will get back to it.
Sometimes it feels strange to obsess over my tiny
cares, when the world seems about to go to hell in a hand basket, but that’s
where my life is now and I won’t be happy, if I don’t honor what’s important to
me.
The Great Recession crashed all over my retirement.
Money is a huge object in pursuit of my dreams, so planning is everything.
OMG, the thought excites me! Experience the
cultures that begat our Americas Caribbean and South America , killing
men and impregnating the women in the name of God. Each culture owns a
brutality and elegance in homogenous balance, perhaps for the last time in the
history of the planet. Knowing and understanding comes only after meeting. Duh!
Yes, I want to live in Europe , but I have two dogs, so saving and planning will require more than a
year. Having a two or three year goal to salivate over is all well and fine,
but some short term attainable goals will make this old girl feel better!
I should think on it at the gym. Blessings.
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