Lack of commitment stifles creativity; no blog since May is a fine example of this. Recently I have discovered something else which inhibits the creative flow fundamental to life and that is freedom. Or in this case the lack thereof.
A monumental error has been made by me. This for someone who always strives to be right is an extremely difficult admission. I will explain.
Nearly a year ago The Doctor semi retired. So now he is only a semi doctor and does not need his car much anymore. He put it out casually that perhaps we only needed one car.
Many were horrified at this suggestion, as I was to begin with, having been a car owner and driver since the age of 21. He then suggested that maybe we should buy one new car and sell the current two. To cut a long story short I eventually agreed. Obviously I didn’t see the widered implications. To be fair he did say that I was to treat the single car as mine and he would fill in and take taxis as and when.
One car has now been sold. What I did not envisage was having to map my week out in advance, based around my car needs.
During the summer I was quite happy to take the bus on occasion. After all it is free for the gently aging. The difference is it was a choice and not a necessity.
I want to return to the heady days of freedom to indulge my whims and fancies. Deciding in the moment to jump in the car and go, even if it is within the narrow confines of a small island 33 miles x 11 miles.
Since I am a self help junkie of many years standing I realise that to ameliorate feelings of lack I must think feelings of abundance (can one think feelings?). Attempting this makes me wonder if it is time I left the self help movement, as it is a nigh on impossible task.
In the meantime I will await the delivery of the new car and from there decide my next move.
Check your inbox next week in case I have decided to express my freedom options further.
The Aged Chronicler