Looking for Freedom

Spending an absorbent amount of time driving through 4 states every weekend... twice, gives me a lot of time to think as well as grow an obnoxious secretary spread. The 10-12 hours of drive time gives me a lot of time to drift and think and as much as one would seem like that would be great... I find it a terrible consequence. You see, I think about things and they dwell in there... in the gray-matter. They tug at me, my heart. And lately, they've been decimating my iron-clad determination and wreaking havoc on my body. My whole situation is slowly, but surely chipping away at my armor. And I am (we are) imprisoned by uncontrollable circumstances.

Hope is a fleeting butterfly. Sure I can catch it, but reality has me doing it on a field of 3" thick peanut butter mud. Cleats anyone?

So, as this chapter plays itself out, I am looking for freedom, right? Sure. Everyone does. But the freedom I am looking for is just about shedding all of the past year or so or horror. Tough times are never something I want to remember. And the sacrifices that I've had to chose... play positive for the future that never wants to get here. Anyway, at minimum I would like to have a nice summer. That involves getting re-settled, returned good health and blossoming friendships. No shortcuts this time....