The countdown has begun. I just wrote my fourth last article for the paper. And it’s the end of the working week. Tomorrow, a hike up Mount Tzouhalem – and no, we don’t care what the weather brings – we’re just going to go up.
I will complete my last article next Wednesday. Then I am FREE!!!
Oh my gosh – it feels so good.
And, in some ways, it’s really rather sad. What does it say about a society where we “institutionalize our children starting at age 5 (Kindergarten) or, in many cases, much earlier (preschool) and then, when we complete those 18 or 20 odd years, we institutionalize ourselves, working and commuting to a job for the better part of our lives. Finally, we get old enough to get out of that particular game – and there we are, our best years behind us, before we can finally yell, “Freedom!”
More sadly, so many people can no longer enjoy that freedom – they are ill or feeble or, more likely, they’ve had the spirit knocked out of them. I’m lucky in that I’ve worked independently most of my life and I’ve worked at things I’ve loved, or, at the very least, enjoyed.
Now, I am turning my work in another direction. All the work I do from now on I choose out of love.
And a creative urge.
All my life now – based on love. Waking up in the morning: where does my heart lead me today?
And I promise to follow.
Just when I thought I was as happy as I could possibly be, it just gets better.