Once upon a time I was a road hippie. Hitched around and went to Rainbow Gatherings, busked, and it was the best time of my life. For 35+ years I've stuffed the real me way down deep and been fucking miserable. I'm abandoning that and hitting the road again, this time with a car. Preparing for this is the first moment of actual joy that I've known for a long, long time. I know it's gonna be a tough adjustment, but I have two options: keep trying to live in a way that I'm simply not wired for and makes me want to take myself out, or face the scary but exciting path of letting my real self resurface and break these fucking chains.
I have a lot to learn and re-learn, but I'm here for it. I had stopped playing guitar, writing songs, spending time in nature, etc., and spent all my time wasting away in front of a screen. I'm ready to see sunsets, sunrises, stars, clouds, mountains, oceans, forests, and so much more again. Shit, I might even get myself to a Gathering. Done being a drone. Time to regain my humanity.
I have a lot to learn and re-learn, but I'm here for it. I had stopped playing guitar, writing songs, spending time in nature, etc., and spent all my time wasting away in front of a screen. I'm ready to see sunsets, sunrises, stars, clouds, mountains, oceans, forests, and so much more again. Shit, I might even get myself to a Gathering. Done being a drone. Time to regain my humanity.
