It’s that time of the year where my insides shimmy and shake to escape the only four walls I ever see, to hop ‘n’ romp like a wild bunny! I spring UP and muscle my wheels to move, then at the door I handle, I freeze.

Who will go with me?

Nearly a decade ago, I stopped going places alone. (Funny, beginning at nineteen, I went to bars and concerts by myself, yet now, I barely leave my house.) I tend to wait for my husband.

This year, I’m freeing my wings from being duck tapped to my belly, my heart at a slow, cold beat, craving meat to eat.

Instead of waiting for a friend, I’ll purge OUT my past and become my own best friend again!

Nothing stopped me when I was young, so damn it, I’m gonna stop stopping myself now that I’m wise enough to be called old.