Glabrous Ride

Tomorrow is my last day of work, yet for the last couple of years, it’s felt like it has been a vacation, of sorts. Maybe not a vacation exactly, more like a detour.

This detour was simple. The turns were clearly marked and I seemed not to realize that I was going in circles, and each circle was getting smaller and smaller until I was standing in place.

I have decided to start moving again, shifting to first gear and letting go of the clutch slowly so as to not stall. I will shift to second, then third, then fourth and if I am lucky, shift to fifth on a fast yellow sports car down a never ending highway, twisting and turning but always going forward.

It is a little scary, this road of unknowns, but standing in place and watching life pass you by is much more frightening and paralyzing. I felt content in inertia as my muscles atrophied and my mind died slowly, but it was a false happiness.

Now, I look forward to the energy and joy that comes with the adrenaline of not knowing what the next turn will bring. All I know is that perpetual motion is best and I’ve got the fuel to get me where my dreams want to take me.

It’s gonna be a glabrous ride...

(word by Marty Barrett)