I work from home.
I have for over twenty years.
So being in my house in sweats and fuzzy slippers is nothing new to me.
Heck…In the winter if I I go out once a week its a lot.
I’m used to being home.
I like being home.
But all of a sudden the only place I don’t want to be is HOME.
I’m of a weird ilk.
The Entrepreneurial Personality Type that clings to their freedom like a dying man clings to his last breath.
Freedom is everything to people like me.
And the freedom to not have a job and stay home has been my rallying cry for years but now I don’t want to sing that song anymore.
All I want to do it GO OUT.
Heck…
A trip to Walmart would seem like a luxury vacation now!
Champagne in first class is but a dream these days…
Sandy beaches seem like something from a past life.
And the only company I have is ME.
What a strange creature I am.
Total introvert who now is craving the company of someone…
ANYONE.
And a soft roll of Charmin would mean more than the fine Corinthian leather of a luxury car.
My nails broken…my hair with streaks of gray…
I stand with ME….
The one who dreamed my world of freedom and the one who will dream my new world…
Different and yet somehow simpler and perhaps more beautiful.
For now I see how precious everything is…
And for perhaps thee first time in my life…
I am actually meeting ME.
Know what?
I think I like her.
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