I feel a bit whiny about my last post. I’m a little old to be bitching about “oh I’m not the stereotype I wanted to be.”
I have terrific friends and a wonderful husband. I have a job I love that helps people and doesn’t compromise my values. I have a cool boss.
I can work on my health. I can buy and wear hippie clothes. I can go to festivals if I plan for them.
The teen punk in me is still there and I can use her anger to move me past fear and into action.
I can write.
I am sick of the desert and want to see forest, but that’s what travel is for. If I get sick enough of it, we can move. Everyone (nearly) I love is here, but people move all the time.
I need to stop kvetching and start changing.