There was a time when I never had any time for anything. Or maybe it's better to say I never had time for everything. I was always running from class to class, zipping through books, putting words on papers, taking them off, putting them back on, clocking in, clocking out, "did you want fries with that?" Pay this bill. There's a meeting at 8:30--the grocery store closes when?? How about next Thursday?
Breathe.
Don't get me wrong. I'm a city girl who loves city life. I like being busy. But I like being busy on my own terms.
There are 24 hours in a day. And somewhere I realized that everyone had the same 24 hours. So when I quit US Airways, I made a promise to myself: this is my time.
I'm not stupid, though I have been accused of being something crazy. Let's be honest for a moment. I did give up the easiest job in the world with the best benefits to come live in the middle-of-nowhere and work at a Cracker Barrel in a town called Springville and paint with a guy who is poorer and crazier than I am.
But as long as we're being honest I may as well add that while I miss my sisters and brother and best friend, and I miss fast trains and crowded sidewalks and gourmet food, doing without them for a year or so will never be something I regret doing. There's no where i'd rather be than right here, right now, living my life, doing the things I want to be doing.
How can I regret choosing to be free?
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