All Your Lives in One Basket

Four years subbing and I am now itching for something new. It was challenging, it's now just a job, and inside of me things are rewiring. Where am I going? I'm itching.

Everything is running ahead of me - kids getting old and running off soon. I'm having feelings of running off. I think it is me inside, ballooning to a bigger self. I shall take the noon balloon and see where I land.

I'm Dorothy and there's the basket, and I have the dog and I got in the balloon basket and all I have to do is let go. Of course, where does she go? She goes home.

Maybe you can't outrun yourself when you're trapped in a life that has never let you down. But there are all those other lives. I want all the lives, in my basket.