driven by deadlines in school and work and even theater. But now I was driving, and no one, including me, knew where I was going, or when I would get there. A typical day on my journey consisted of:
Waking when I wanted.
Eating when I wanted.
Driving where I wanted.
Seeing what I wanted.
Stopping when I wanted.
Sleeping when I wanted.
I just followed my instincts and the road in front of me.
Leisurely is the word you may be thinking of. Or lazy. But to me, this was heaven by lack of design, the Arcadia of the indolent. And beneath the freedom, there was something else, something barely remembered, vaguely familiar. I named it joy.