While things are Ok at work and home, I can not get a repetitive thought out of my head.  That I need to be away.  I don’t want all of these trappings in my life - for that is what they are doing, trapping me.

I want to be free from it all.  (Don’t worry husband, you are safe…for now)

But then, I guess the rest of the world probably feels that way too.  In fact, some would call it retirement.  That is a depressing thought.  I want it now.  I want to escape from most of civilization - I want to live off of my land (with all of the modern conveniences, of course).  I want to have my own schedule and, and, just AND.

Part of me thinks that if these feelings are so strong, that they are invading pretty much every moment, awake or not, then I must be true to myself and work towards that goal sooner rather than later.  Or, shall this too pass?  I doubt it, I have repressed these feelings for so long.  Time just feels short somehow.

Maybe if I avoided the news and media more I wouldn’t feel this way quite so much.  Everything just feels so overwhelming at times.