Right now, I am beginning the first minute of the rest of my life. Don't know why I'm even saying this. Perhaps it's a sign that I am looking more forward than back.
The holiday season is already starting to bustle. The rush is in the air. People pressing their carts through the crowd like chihuahuas on cappuccino.
Breathe. Slow down. Stop. Listen.
Not going to Ohio for Thanksgiving. Actually not committing to any festivities at this time. No long drive - no family tradition. I think I just might get some takeout. It would be a new thing.
But it feels right. I miss my own company. I like it. It feels good. I want it. I need it. Boom, I think I just committed.
By Tuesday of each week, I'm ready for another weekend. So I shall take it in the form of Thanksgiving and be thankful for it in just that way. No trains, no planes, no automobiles. No hellos, no goodbyes, no how are you, no nada.
Just a plastic container and me.