As a child, I think I got angry enough at my parents to run away only once. That lasted about an hour and a half before living outside in the cold and rain didn't seem so appealing anymore. I don't think they even noticed I was gone before I decided to turn back.
Last week, having another downer day as everything seemed to be falling apart (again), I wondered how far I could get this time....not really, but it struck me odd that at the age of forty-something, my "escape" would be discovered far more quickly than when I was a child, and that this time, even if I was only gone for a few hours, the repercussions would be much more severe....didn't we use to think growing up brought freedom to our lives? Someone lied about how great adulthood was!
It's not my life in general I want to escape from (only very occasionally is this the case...). I would just like to be able to solve some of life's many problems, preferably without it causing new ones. That can't possibly be too much to ask? Well, maybe my approach to "solving problems" is more of the "easy way out". They might be clever solutions, but the results are about the same as when treating a broken bone with a band-aid...
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