I’m going to be 51 next week.
For my birthday, I would like a vacation. Of the permanent kind.
A permanent vacation from the ongoing pressure of making money.
A permanent vacation from being criticized and judged.
A permanent vacation from bullies.
A permanent vacation from having to swim through a sea of illusions and guesses disguised as fact/truth only to be told we must use Discernment, a convenient passive/aggressive response.
A permanent vacation from pseudo-relationships.
A permanent vacation from enslavement to all things that require us to pay ridiculous sums of money in order to feed ourselves/shelter ourselves/keep ourselves warm, educated and alive.
A permanent vacation from LIES.
A permanent vacation from health issues, an aging body, mind and soul.
And while I am intending all of these Realities every single day, I will take a temporary vacation for that birthday, please.
Someplace warm. Sunny. 24/7 access to room service, maid service, and massage and energy healings. Complete with nanny services.
Someplace quiet. To contemplate. To write. To meditate. Without distraction. To nap for days and days if I so choose.
On a beach. Surrounded by lots of trees.
A L O N E.
My journey has been a bitch, a bastard – take your pick. I shall be writing a book about it.
I haven’t had a vacation in almost 10 years.
I am tired and worn out. Burned the fuck out in more ways than one.
And yet, hopeful too. A growing hope at that.
So yes, Universe, for my birthday, please send me a vacation.
I would be most grateful.