Proclamations & Confessions

It's crappy that we all kind of feel the same way. In our 30's, 40's, 50's, and 60's..there's the same quest for fulfillment. I guess it's also reassuring to know that there will always be someone that'll understand. Plus, this might help the insane anxiety I get over not having enough time. Damn, too bad Christians don't believe in reincarnation. I'd never have anxiety. Actually, I'd probably have more.

So, I told my family I'm finally picking up and running away from home. The reactions were varied.

Hubby: Just let me know when to take you to the airport.
Daughter 1: So it's perfectly fine for you to just go 1400 miles and meet strangers from the internet, but I can't go 300 miles to San Antonio for the weekend?
Mother: If I can get the vaccine before then, can I go with you? Wouldn't that be fun?! I mean, I probably don't have many years left...
Daughter 2: If I go into labor early, you'll come back, right? I thought you wanted to help. I can't believe you're just going to some writing thing instead of waiting for the new baby!
Nephew: Have fun with the earthquakes and smog. Did you know that your chances of being killed by...

It's nice that the hubby gave me a yes, dear and went right back to his game. Daughter 1 has clearly forgotten that my Mom card trumps her Child card every time, but I'm impressed she got the distance right. Daughter 2 probably can't tell you when or where I'm going, just that I'm jetting off in her possible time of need. Now, my mother should know that her attempts at a guilt trip don't work on me, but I give her credit for trying. And my nephew has compiled a list of places to avoid if I want to make it back home in one piece.

Yeah, I'm ready to shake things up.
Gently, of course.