I've been hitting the transition path quite hard the last 2 years and 2 months. I wish I had the money to go the mountains for a month and live in a cabin and just enjoy and not think about the internet or transition or the news or anything except the dear running around or the bear sticking its nose in the window of my cabin. It would be nice just to be in the oblivion of peace.
Too late. Transition has already caught me.
Ahhhh The halcyon days of living in the mountains of West Virginia, deer grazing in the side yard, A family of pheasants waddling across the front, and the neighbors cat stalking whatever in the back. As I alternately cry my eyes out or gleam with joy over my transitioning from one state to another. (Or is it really sublimating since I skipped a step or two?)
Be careful what you wish for... you may get it