Feeling the Heat
by Jolyn Low
Sometimes I go “oh, screw it” and just want to rebel. I suppose that this is one of those moments. There is this desperate need to push harder and to go beyond again. I’ve probably never felt as deliriously determined about anything ever before. It’s like jumping into a rat race to hell. I keep thinking of uprooting and becoming independent. There is a semi-coherent 15 year plan in my mind now. It is one where I wean off and go on alone. I’m really unsure which path I’ll end up taking though. There are three main diverging pathways ahead of me. One already set but unwanted, another a faint shot in the dark, and the last another muddy path. I’m striving for the latter two but only time will tell.
Thank goodness I returned the missed calls.