Roasted Garlic and Potato Beer Cheese Soup
I’m a bit of a free spirit, an outside the box person. The thought of taking a cruise makes me feel panicked and trapped, as does the thought of living in a tract house, or working in a cubicle. These are all things that people want, right? To feel safe, secure, solid. There comes a day when these “things we should want” lose the gilded film of social pressure and we start to ask: but did I ever really want these things in the first place? Maybe you do, but maybe you don’t, neither authenticates your personhood.
I’ve had more experiences than I should legally be allowed for someone my age, at least twice what I’d ever admit to. I’ve told you about teaching anger management to gang members in South Central Los Angeles, I’ve told you about Italy, Spain, and almost dying in Morocco, and then there are the years I spent with the marginally famous in Hollywood (which I probably won’t ever tell you about unless you get me drunk enough), but there is one thing that I’ve learned that I know for sure: most decision, if made correctly, come down to a quality of life issue. And it is certain that another persons idea of a great life, and whether or not I have it, doesn’t raise that quality. This is freeing. I can wear what I want, live where I want, work how I want, and learn to ignore the social and Pinterest pressure to behave otherwise.
It takes some time for this all to sink in, and you’ll have some question to answer over (and over) again, but it’s a better way.
I like it, it always seems to fit.