I have no where to be, nothing to do. At least for this morning. Possibilities are endless. A beautiful day. I could go anywhere. These days are bittersweet. They feel so enticing. Yet they show there is no “perfect” existence.
I am not enthused about going to an office from 8am to 5pm five days a week. But I can’t think of anything else.
I want to share these posts and talk about them. How do I do that? I feel like hospice is one possibility out of millions of ways to live life, make money. I loved being a chaplain. I have honored that and let it go. Sales. I let that go. If I don’t do operations I won’t be sad. The freeway of peace, inside and out.
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