Thoughts while Traveling

Reading Sarah's blog has just drained me emotionally for the day. I am done. That's weird, I know, but I can't help but feel where she is. Wow. What's scary is that I either know all she is ranting about (or have known in the past) and don't even presume to have a response. But that's the great thing about blogs, isn't it? You don't have to respond or wait for one. It's just there. Whatever your world consists of at that moment is just there. I said I didn't have a response. Except maybe one thought. I am older and not much wiser...we all know...and I am considered by our mother the "flaky" one in the family...but looks can be deceiving. More on that later (maybe). Anyways, Sarah, I do know this. As you continue to let go and look forward and grasp your own personal destiny it gets easier to actually MEAN it when you say it doesn't bother you anymore. It's like the tangled trap slowly but surely unravels and you one day wake up one day and feel limber again. Free. I don't know. What do I know? Not much at all. I am free, though. Finally. I love you, Sarah.