Domesticated

I fear for my ‘Wayward’ identity! I… have… a… job… EGADS! And not only that, but I’ve found an apartment. I… will be signing a… a… a…. a lease!! I don’t know if I can handle all the stability and permanence!

Luckily the lease is just month-to-month and the job is only a couple days a week at a local day spa. I can cut and run from either with very little notice. Unfortunately, I’ve been doing things like gardening too. I spent many hours Monday weeding the garden so it can have some soil dumped on it and some berry bushes planted in it. My neighbor even came over and helped for a while. So there I was, a mini Desperate Housewife, gardening and chatting with the neighbors. And to add further evidence supporting the proof of my domestication, I bought sheets and have been watering, cleaning and doing things like taking care of the fish in the pond.

I’m not too worried though. It will just take a little more effort and a little more planning to maintain my wayward way of life. (Is that a contradiction? “Planning” and “effort” with “wayward”??) I’m still hiking and biking about this neck of the woods, I just scampered down to Palm Desert for a nice week and in April I take off for New York City. There I’ll have a nice long weekend of yoga (I’ve missed Jivamukti yoga!), dance (Stephen Petronio Dance Company) and seeing friends such as the Sweet Pea, the Sanguine and the Sarah. Perhaps the Lotta, the Jim, the Marie and/or the Elliot as well. Who knows? I am also determined to go to Alaska this summer. I will go to Alaska. I will!

As for the ‘Princess’ bit: no worries there. I’m not a rotten princess, but a princess I always have been and certainly always will be.

Wayward Princess, it’s not just a blog, a title or a person, it is a way of living!