I am inspired by my retired friend who says that she makes it a point to leave her house at least once a day. I think this is spectacular advice, for the most part. After several challenging years at school (thanks, Pandemic, for putting that roller coaster into motion), I need a mental break this summer. I am trying desperately to hold off on my own retirement for financial reasons, but it has been decades since I came this close to walking off a job.
So, this is my summer of Temporary Freedom, or, as I like to call it, My Stay of Execution.
For the first seven days out of school, I take my friend's advice and get out of the house every day. I hit every compass direction: I go south; I go west; I go north; I go east. I put adventure into every day. Finally, on day #8, I decide I should tear my living space apart. In addition to ramping up the fun factor in my life, I am equally determined to reduce the clutter factor. Of course, it certainly helps that day #8 has crappy weather -- starts out rainy then just stays blah all day long.I don't know if I'm chasing happiness or sanity, but I'm hoping to catch both as the summer flies by.