...its my personal motto. Flee for your life, it means to run-dart-mad dash away from the life you have to the life you want. It reminds me to never let myself get caught in a siutation or life that disapoints me.

I got this phrase tattooed on my foot in May this year, little did i know that i’d be doing just that very soon.

So what happened was after making serious plans to keep living in the town i was, such as signing a lease for a new home, furniture shopping, and enrolling in college. With 2 weeks to spare- i dropped in all. I quite my job and packed up my house, not just to move across town, but to move across country to California (from Kansas.) Suddenly, in my heart, i knew that i didn’t want to settle down. I wanted to run. So i did, and i wasn’t even finished. I stayed in Cali for a mere 4 days before i decided i didn’t want to stay and took a completely blind leap of faith and booked a flight to Seattle, ONE WAY.

In 3 weeks time i went from, settling down in a nice home-and mediocre life in Kansas-to living with family in California, with every intent to stay-to risking it all in Seattle.

Worth it! 10 months ago

When I turned forty, I decided to try one new thing each year that I have never done before. Propble is??? running out of things to do.
Have done:
Whitewater rafting 3 different rivers now
hang gliding
bungee jumping
jumping out of a perfectly good airplane
roller coasters trip from one park to another for two weeks
roller skating, dance and racing
hot air balloon boring
learning and riding a Harley, riding 11 years now
scuba diving, became instructor
horse back riding in mountains
taking a ride on the track at Daytona at 140 mph
Now 61 and looking for ideas for 2012. 18 months ago