Flight Plan

Flight Plan

Last year, after ten years of working in a cubicle, of being the office go-fer, I left my job. The thought of remaining in a financially safe, boring position for another nine years just to retire was depressing. Unable to perceive a way out or how to move forward, I did the illogical and bailed out during a major economic crisis. Several weeks later, while sorting through an old box of personal paperwork, I found my unfinished application to the Peace Corps—a forgotten dream.

Today, I cross-off another square on my calendar. . .78 days to Benin.

late afternoon
the erratic route
of a bumblebee


(Note: this was written a couple of months ago)