Last weekend, my cousin told me she has strong urges to "run off and join ths circus." Sounds fun. Damn that I am barely flexible enough to walk! The other day, my friend told me he's going to quit his job and travel, read, be. I am jealous. Yesterday, I met a visionary who is in the beginning stages of developing a community of travelers. He asked what I saw for myself in the coming years. For once, there was no pressure or judgment. He was curious, given my "eclectic" background.

I don't have a good answer to the question, despite spending hours a day in contemplation over just that very topic. Plans can change in an instant.

I don't want to have a traditional job or a traditional routine. I'm not the type of person to eat the same sandwich each day. I want to lead or mentor or teach people, and I want the flexibility to take off to a far away place or sit around in my underwear eating Breyer's vanilla ice cream all day long, if that's what my heart desires. And, I'd love to reach a point where I no longer care about people passing judgment about my choices.

Irresponsible? I don't think so. There'd be those rare days when I would feel like putting on pants.

Unmotivated? Not at all. In typical fashion, I see myself juggling commitments among my many interests.

Free? Absolutely.