How many more tomatoes could there be to grow, labradors or children to foster, ducks and chickens to keep, businesses to start, homes to buy or sell, funds to raise, trails to hike, vacations to take or plans to make. I am tired of constantly moving. I am wanting to lose myself in an activity that takes my mind places but doesn’t cause me to be in constant motion. That is portable and that I can squeeze in to a free 10 minutes or an entire afternoon. Through circumstances of my own making I am compelled to stay in one place, say only what is necessary and not engage. Make no mistake, I wanted this. My circumstance is significant, intense and meaningful. I want to be fully present for it every day. But it has forced me to rearrange my life and to rein in my wild horses. My “cockamamie ideas” as my unenthralled sibling once noted. But I can still write and tell stories; it is the perfect pastime. Like running only needs a pair of sneakers, writing simply needs a charged up laptop and I can do it anywhere. Quick profile: I am the proverbial first born daughter of the first born daughter. I am always striving, never rest on my accomplishments, and some are significant. I am always discontented. I want order and a schedule and do spend countless hours executing an idyllic life where I rise at 5 am daily, drink one cup of coffee, climb on the Peloton, have a protein shake with one slice of toast and so on. But then I want to lose my mind from the routine and think of a new interest to pursue. It’s a special kind of hell. With this blog I can have One hundred thousand new interests and I simply will write about them, not turn my life, family and bank account upside down pursuing them. It’s the perfect plan.