Gone like me

It’s still the most amazing thing.

There’s this stopping, often after being asked what I will do or want to do … and then the realization that no, there really is no agenda anymore.

Preferences and tendencies come up. The same things are turned to repeatedly, and many of the same activities happen daily.

But there are no plans, no goals, no ways things need to be or become, nothing that must be achieved or developed.

Nothing needs to happen.

It is really quite the amazing difference to how it used to be.

There used to be all sorts of agendas. Things that needed to be achieved. So much striving.

It is all gone.

Poof.

Gone like “me.”