Years ago when I dated Steve Tanny he described me as a "free spirit." I just finished some aerobic exercise and I was sitting in front of the fan cooling down when this thought came to mind. It flew in on the wings of other thoughts... Grandma Jean; how some days I can be overjoyed with the outlook of a child and others when I'm locked in bed with the experience of a agoraphobe.(sp?)
I suppose I could be seen as "free." I'm sure that freedom is the inner lining to much of me. I wanted it for so long that when I got it I was too busy trying to obtain it to know it was here. Convention: something I have often rebuffed in favor of "my own way." How silly that the little boy I always wanted to keep around should surface in such a way. I like that he's still here, but it sure isn't life as I had imagined, nor that I would want to live through again.
This will be a short week. Only 4 hours of work tonight. I have Friday off for a Dr. appt. and then off to Pomona to speak in front of Valley Academy High School for PFLAG. I'm told it's a school assembly. I have mixed feelings. I hope for the best.
I do.