Sometimes it is about refusing to keep bleeding for information.
Today, I am on a plane again.
I had always wanted to travel and write, but marriage had a way of turning dreams into things you postponed politely.
There would be time later.
When schedules calmed down. When the house was paid off. When life got less busy.
Life does not get less busy. It just slowly passes by as you wait.
So I used the money from the sale of the house, took the outline I’d been nursing for years, and started the trip I had always imagined in secret.
There is a book in progress on my laptop. I have a passport with fresh stamps and a carry-on full of notebooks.
This time I am flying somewhere I had wanted to see since college.
I sat in an aisle seat in a soft blue sweater, no red dress, no surprise, and no secret hope attached to anyone else’s name.
