luxury

after two days of being 29 i began to feel immense freedom. it feels as though i've succeeded in coming thru to the end of my twenties without meeting specific social expectations, and by doing so have finally made it clear that i don't fit the mould. i've always done things my own way, and when i try to do things because i feel they're expected of me i end up being miserable. i suddenly feel as though the statement "lesley is kind of different" is not an insult – it never was, but because of the social pressure i always felt it meant "lesley is kind of a failure". but not any longer. is this making sense or do i have to explain further? i'm off the radar and free to do as i wish. for that reason i'm becoming suspicious that life begins at 29.

well... carpooler paul has become "the carpooler formerly known as paul" or is that "paul formerly known as carpooler". i'm not sure. my point is... paul-etienne has left for quebec city and our carpooling days are over. i'll take a little break from carpooling, but i think i will eventually look for someone else to drive with. it's an interesting experience, good for the environment, and stretches me to have to think of someone's schedule other than just my own.

i really should get going. i have shoveling to do before i can do the remainder of my christmas shopping and go to the Y. i think i'll pick-up some ugly slip-on shoveling boots at S&R today. man, i had the S&R jingle stuck in my head all day on thursday. it was terrible. it would be enough of a reason for me to boycotte that store if i had any other store options. but i don't, so i'll forgive and forget.

i'm in no hurry.