I've got the day off work. Not the best job in the world, but an okay job, and I get to be completely myself which is amazing and lets me feel rich.
I rolled out of bed just an hour ago (10:00am) and now I'm sitting drinking my coffee doing email, visiting forums, all that stufr. I'm in a silky Victoria's Secret thing and wrapped up in a Martha Stewart fleece couch throw. I couldn't be more comfortable.
When I'm done posting this I'll sit and meditate for awhile in front of my fire place. Then I'll have a cigar beccause I do that every now and then. Then I'll step into the shower where I'll be for about 15 minutes using every damn mositurizer, conditioner, recunstructor known to man, and when I get out I'll spend a good half hour putting on make up.
When I'm all dressed and my hair is styled I'll get in my car and drive to a Starbucks with my little laptop here and I'll write, because that's what I enjoy doing and wasn't allowed to do when I was locked up. I used to sit and think about all of the books I could have written during the time wasted blasting people, or cleaning the building, or being blasted.
It's hard to keep the feeling we first had when let free, when having the freedom to be in teh shower longer than 2 minutes was the most liberating thing in the world. But I just wanted to take some time out today and acknowledge how really every day that we're out of these programs our dreams have come true.