Two more months until I will be set free from slavery. I have songs of freedom ringing in my brain.
I wish by golly I could spread my wings and fly
And let my grounded soul be free for just a little while
To be like eagles when they ride upon the wind
And taste the sweetest taste of freedom for my soul.
Heh, kind of heavy stuff for me to be writing isn't it? I'm so ready to bust out of these chains that bind me.
What this means to me:
I can come and go whenever I want to.
I don't have to cram all the housework and Gord's bookwork for the business into one weekend.
I can play and walk my dog whenever I want to.
I can sleep in (this is a biggie for now) I am sure I will get up earlier when I realize nobody expects me to get the hell up.
I can watch late night movies if I want to without the nagging thought of....I will feel like shit in the morning.
I can visit friends.
I can shop during the day.
I won't be pissed off every time someone invites us for "something" over the weekend. As it is now, I feel they are stealing my time. Because I have to get everything done in two days. When I was younger this wasn't a problem because I had all kinds of energy. Now, I guess I'm slowing down a bit. I think I have offended some people by not showing up for an event; but I'm just not able to keep up with it. First things first, and that's the way it is.
Balonie.... measuring her time.