I cannot see. I am typing blind and I am so sad about it. Why is it that I am allergic to computers? Or is it work? Am I meant to be a flower child, a hippie, a bum? Am I meant to live a life of spiritual enlightenment and let go of all material possessions and “things”? Am I living a life of routine? Brainwash? Submission?

Of course I am!!! It’s all because of a little emotion called fear. Where will I be without my big salary? Money is what makes the world go round, right? Why is everyone else working? It’s not like they’re stupid and I am going to be the smart one that quits. But what am I to do if I am allergic to my computer? Maybe I can go on worker’s compensation for this allergy… It’s quite clear that this will be a permanent problem though.

Ah life! Isn’t it interesting how things come about… The world keeps turning and I keep making choices, walking along my journey’s path and wondering if I have gotten lost somewhere along the way… Should I turn back? Start from some other point? Change paths? Where will these lead though? They would be prettier some of them… filled with travel, adventure, instability, sadness, happiness, fortune, loss, COLOR!!! Accounting is so “brown socks”, “white collars” and “gray suits”… I want COLOR – lots and lots of color, flowers, plants, trees, sky, earth, stars, sailboats, wind blowing through my hair, freedom to move – hands in the air, songs, dance, laughter, peace, healthy energy around me… Where will it be? It’s not here, not in this little conference room – tucked away with beige walls, cold air and no windows, staring at my computer that is making me allergic.

It’s out there. In this wonderful world that God created I will find my colorful life, with my loving man next to me… Hope he’s willing to join me 😉