Just saw a balloon floating across the sky.  A child’s helium balloon, shining silver in the sunlight, high up.

I feel like all that’s keeping me in my current situation (I mean work, not life) is a tiny thread which just needs to be cut.  Then I’d be like the balloon, floating fast away, utterly free.

But of course I wouldn’t really be free (says the sensible part of me), I’d plunge immediately into money worries, and I have the responsibility of this house, which will take me months to clear out/pack up.

And there’s all my life to date, and all my memories.  Do I want to be free of them?  No.

(But I do overwhelmingly want to be free of work, so I think I’m going to cut that thread.)