passions

Freedom Week

Free_2What does it take for one person—that being me—to break out of prison and find tranquility? G-spots. That’s right. Plural. I coined “G-spots” to make German measles sound more fun, although it was indeed oddly fun as it was liberating. If I would have to say one good thing about catching German measles, it would be that it allowed me one week of freedom. And as far as I know, it’s the “one good thing” that matters to me. I long so much for some me-time, where I wouldn’t have to compute attrition rates or shrink my eyeballs dry from screening heavily padded resumes. Just how many trees do you think needed to be cut down just so some would-be corporate prisoners can print out epics out of a one-year stint at Surname & Surname? Seriously, I feel sorry for the trees. And with the job market really bloated, global warming and mudslides don’t surprise me at all.

Back to what I was telling you about—after no one interrupted my rambling thoughts—I had one week of liberty and calmness. My bail was worth every rash. I was given some time to breathe, to configure my perspective on how I hope to spend my best years. I lived vicariously through my movie collection yet again. I know that one day, I need to be as adamant in living my dream as Olive was at becoming “Little Miss Sunshine.” She didn’t get the crown, but she did what she had wanted to do. In “Catch & Release,” I have found that one loss leads to many fresh and happier beginnings. Gray lost a part of her and ended up finding herself. And of course, there’s “Lady in the Water” where, in order to help Story return to The Blue World, the apartment tenants must first recognize their undiscovered purposes. Finding one’s purpose is profound indeed. Oftentimes, it takes a lot of wrong (albeit calculated) guesses, which—we later realize—make the adventure more meaningful.

Monday will have to come, and I will have to go back to serving time. However, I take comfort in knowing that I can and will be free again. I refuse to grow crow’s feet and laugh lines in a cubicle or even in a corner office. I’m certainly not designed that way. I think of myself as an independent contractor and I have a choice.

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