Fun

I am getting ready. Since I walked those Arizona trails half a year back, it’s been sitting rent free at the back of my head. How much more time would I give it? A month, a year, a decade?

Somehow, I started enjoying the ride a bit more. Taking the pressure off helped. I’m laughing with folks across the continent and I take it easier than ever. The weight is gone.

I mix something about enjoying life and living for a reason rather than being towed by circumstances into conversations. And I’m saying goodbyes like I mean it.

I’ll let them fire me, though. Take the parachute. And until then, I’ll have fun. A lot of fun.