So I have this friend Kathi. At age 52 she jumped out of a plane to give herself a life jolt. My words, not hers. It served its purpose.
So, you know, there’s life happening. I paid my bills, digested the reality of a good friend moving to another part of the world, volunteered some time at the homeless shelter, read up on a local political initiative that could impact my living situation if the vote goes the wrong way, vented some frustration, got happy over a pending trip to Europe, had two eggs over light with whole wheat toast.
Tags: A Riveted Life