Lately, I’ve had an unsettled feeling.  I can’t really put my finger on it, but I just feel off.  I’ve learned that I have way more feelings of flight than fight.  I daydream almost on a daily basis of packing the things that I love and running away.  I have a romantic idea that I could just drive in any direction until I run out of gas and start all over there.  You know, wipe the slate clean, reinvent myself.  It’s a romantic notion to say the least.  I will more than likely stay here, sweep up the pieces of my life and get on with it.

I have had an urge to get a tattoo, due to the unsettled feeling, I’m sure.  That seems to be the thing to do when a woman gets divorced.  I shut down that urge by coloring my hair.  Ha!  My redheaded adventure begins!  Stay tuned…