The Alpha and the Omega

I am a child of the transcendentalists- Thoreau, Emerson, Whitman. I learned where to walk from Frost.

And yet, here I sit... in a cube. Very little marrow-sucking going on here. Soul-sucking, but not much else. I rarely yalp. And I have literally, but not figuratively plunged into the sublime seas.

Even as I stare at the screen, minutes tick by bringing me ever-closer to the one thing I've wanted for years - freedom.

In twenty-four hours, I will begin a brief sabbatical from reality. Two months off from work. Well - I've just barely enough money to make it two months; I'm hoping it lasts that long...

I plan to use this space to think through the things that bother me - work (generally - the fact that we have to, the fact I can't find anything I like doing, my fear of wasting life and ending up living many years after the money's run out); the state of US government (the administration governed entirely by the Peter Principle); the election (Barack? Hillary? Just don't let it be McCain); life in New York (I don't want to be a part of it - I want a little cottage on the sea); and any other thought that happens to pop up.

Two months to figure out my raison d'etre. Two months to sort out a new job. Two months to figure out where I've been (my divorce, my import boyfriend, my six jobs in six years) and where I could go...