I will. . .

It is getting closer and closer to the big moving day! A little more than a month away! Geesh! The time is flying by.

I am so ready to go. I'm taking the next year off. A gift to me if you will. I have always been responsible, dependable, predictable, a lean on me kind of gal. Not for the next year.

Nope! for the next year I am going to live by no schedule. I'm going to eat dinner for breakfast and sleep in the day. I'm throwing caution to the wind and see where it carries me. I'm going to craft all day and night if I want to. And maybe not even clean up after I am done. I may spend an ENTIRE day in pajamas. I may even buy some pajamas. I might not use a coaster under my glass and I may drink the milk right from the carton.

I see a life of choices. My choices! All mine!! I have never had this. First I had parents, then I was married at 22 and then I became a mom at 27. My whole life has belonged to someone else. I went where the ex had a job. I did school, field trips, lunches, kid things with the kid. Always someone else's wishes came first. I'm not complaining because I was well aware of the obligations when I made the decisions. I'm just not 22 or 27 anymore, being at the beck and call of someone else no longer has the appeal it once did.

I want to be a dandelion puff, floating where my thoughts and wants take me. All me. If I want to read an entire book in one day, I will. If I want to go to the beach and sit, I will. I will drink coffee at 8:30 pm knowing I will be up all night. I may run with scissors. I may dye my hair purple. I will play my music very loud. I will play my favorite song over and over until even the dogs can sing the words. I may drink a non-diet pop. I will take a driving trip to San Francisco. I will see Graceland. I will gamble in Las Vegas.

I will have fun.

I will be free.

Lucky, lucky me!