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Re-entry into reality is hard. No lie. I’ve been back to my Real Life all of four days and I’ll tell you the truth, I stopped at a gas station on the way into work today. I didn’t need gas — I just stopped by to get a lottery ticket…because truly — fuck this. I want to go back to a beach someplace. Any place.

What do you do when you look at your life with such a lack of enthusiasm?

When you thought the vacation which was going to refresh you and help you cope only makes you sadder to return to the grind?

When being without your soul sucking job for 10 whole days made you realize what life might be like — without the soul sucking job?

When you drag yourself back to Real Life — only to find out — The Universe has a few surprises in store for you to encourage you to return to those beaches because — yeah…you need to figure out what you really want to be when you grow up?!

Crap — I need to grow up!

Because I’m running out of runway. I’m 58. And I’m tired of being tired. And I’m tired of thinking work is work…that’s why it’s not called fun. And maybe…life is more than being responsible. Maybe life might be more like what one of my friends just did. Maybe life is about quitting the day job and going on a silent retreat for a week to sort out your soul. And then getting your shit together…REALLY together. Not just half assing your life the way the world expects you to so you can pay the utility company.

Maybe life is what happens when we stop showing up for reality.

Maybe life begins at the edge of the ocean — even still today in 2018 — just as it did at the dawn of time.

The lottery drawing is tomorrow. All it takes is $2 and a dream…wish me luck!


Self discovery in progress, stay tuned

Self discovery in progress, stay tuned