Do you ever have dreams of opting out? I do. I've been wondering why I insist on being on the rat exercise wheel. What is the point of keeping up a house dowtown, property tax up the ying yang and all the urban pretenses. I am even tired of dressing up for the office in the morning.
Today I spoke with my pal Misia about wanting to embark on a serious road trip with my spouse. I've been south but I haven't been to Montana or any place that speaks of cowboys and ranch life.
I want to wake up and put on distressed blue jeans and cowboy boots. I want to wear the hugest, gaudiest silver belt buckle. I want a shearling coat that looks positively ruined. I figure I want to live out an old Ralph Laurent add.
So I phoned my husband and asked him if he'd consider throwing caution to the wind and live with me on a ranch in Wyoming. Yes, he said, we can raise...sheep!
Oh pleeeease! I said. Let's go and raise sheep. I want all kinds of black sheep roaming around me! And then I broke into that ole kindergarden song...
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I'm so happy I read this before bed. Your writing makes me happy. It makes me feel/find the driven parts of me I lose on a day to day basis with the stresses of my 22 year old life and hanging out at good ol' P&D.
With love,
Misia xx
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