Or—and now the feeling gets even lighter—I could choose to exist, anew. From ground zero, I could opt back in. And I could do it freely, working from a blank slate without all my old stuff—no expectations as to how life “should” be lived, no false and unhealthy ideas about my worth (that I have to achieve to be loved), no attachment to possessions or money. I could be an interloper with no fixed address and just the clothes on my back. I could do life completely differently. It becomes viscerally apparent that I have nothing to lose and no one to impress. This appeals and it swells as an idea,
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