Jesse's Zen

What does a person do when he realizes he's made a mistake?  Is it better to chin up and live with it or to try to erase it and start over?  What makes me happy - I have to run and find it.  Virginia and the independence and serenity I felt there, I think on it and wish I could go back to that time and place.  Is that wrong?  Is that do-able?  They say you can never go home again, and it's so true.  But is it true, just with a year and a half in between?  Aww, what do I do? Will my friends still be there?  Will that free spirit come back and sit on my shoulder where it's easier to walk outdoors every day - where summers feel like heavy wet blankets pulled from a hot washing machines - where traffic congestion makes me feel like at least half the people in the USA must live in the Richmond-Metro area?

I need an evening alone and a bottle of champagne and a chance to just think.  Sure, I love my family.  I feel like time is becoming more precious.  How many more years or even months of independence do I have?  Lord, give me a hint.

Ki