It appears that this “trial” will end in another 3 months. I cannot believe that it has taken a year to resolve it. What a waste of time! I am exhausted from the experience. Seventy is not an age to do this to one’s self.
But anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that I leap sometimes before I think. And unfortunately, I will probably leap once again at a chance at a life that I have not experienced before now. This could be a terrible thing by some’s opinions, but I think it shows a type of hope.
I have rarely been afraid to leap to places that friends were reluctant to explore. I have had some very wonderful experiences when I did. And I have had some not so good ones, too. Men are some of the leaps I have made and I have learned a valuable lesson. Men and I do not mix very well. I am too independent and do not fall in line behind them. In the glow of “love” I might try, but after a while I revert to Me. It never ends well, and it always ends. So I will not be leaping after a man. Lesson learned.
And I must tell you my friends, I will soon (3 months) probably be leaping into places and doing things you would never accept. But that is me. You can sit back and watch – either enjoying my choice or “tsk, tsk”ing my behavior. But although I am old enough to know better, I still jump. My good friends of many years will sit back and enjoy the view, and luckily they will still be there to pick up the pieces, if needed.
I cannot wait for the next 3 months to pass. My “party” shoes are ready and my feet are itching. The “sentence” is almost over. Freedom is in my view.