A Return to Roots
McDonald's. I went to Joe's Coffee to journal but there wasn't any seating. I thought about going to Elder Tree but decided that I wasn't in the mood for alcohol. So here I am.
Speaking of decisions, I have made one regarding the direction of my life. I have decided to leave Atlanta in June, stay with Mac and Ashley a month or two to pound out the first draft of my memoirs of the last 20 years (I don't think it will take me more than a month but if it seems I haven't overstayed my welcome I may stay a bit longer to get it edited a bit and ready for ebook distribution), then I will take to the road to start making memories for my next memoir.
I am excited about this. As much as I would prefer to have a family, until I meet someone worthy I am not going to throw away what little youth I have left grinding away as a cog in the corporate machine. I am going to get back to my roots and live life as the adventuring warrior-poet I once was. Grow my hair back out. Write stories while drinking MD 20/20 in alleys or fighting sleep on a twenty hour bus ride. Dive deep into the parts of me that haven't seen much use since I willingly (and without regret) put them in the attic of my soul to concentrate on my roles as husband and father.
Speaking of decisions, I have made one regarding the direction of my life. I have decided to leave Atlanta in June, stay with Mac and Ashley a month or two to pound out the first draft of my memoirs of the last 20 years (I don't think it will take me more than a month but if it seems I haven't overstayed my welcome I may stay a bit longer to get it edited a bit and ready for ebook distribution), then I will take to the road to start making memories for my next memoir.
I am excited about this. As much as I would prefer to have a family, until I meet someone worthy I am not going to throw away what little youth I have left grinding away as a cog in the corporate machine. I am going to get back to my roots and live life as the adventuring warrior-poet I once was. Grow my hair back out. Write stories while drinking MD 20/20 in alleys or fighting sleep on a twenty hour bus ride. Dive deep into the parts of me that haven't seen much use since I willingly (and without regret) put them in the attic of my soul to concentrate on my roles as husband and father.