tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32469880.post5533947017495099558..comments2024-03-29T07:35:20.994-04:00Comments on An Accidental Blog: EscapePaulita http://www.blogger.com/profile/14237320966048538408noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32469880.post-90433647387945285422008-01-11T12:44:00.000-05:002008-01-11T12:44:00.000-05:00Well said.I think "escaping" might be one way of ...Well said.<BR/><BR/>I think "escaping" might be one way of putting one's life in perspective. It's often difficult to "see" your life when you are in the midst of it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32469880.post-70301589278747486492008-01-08T07:53:00.000-05:002008-01-08T07:53:00.000-05:00Sometimes Escape can be a way to find your way bac...Sometimes Escape can be a way to find your way back home. Not a bad thing but a necessary journey to a place where you can be.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32469880.post-68285456514647303422007-12-30T19:06:00.000-05:002007-12-30T19:06:00.000-05:00Sounds like you're pretty content. People search f...Sounds like you're pretty content. People search forever to get that.Paulitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02611117766982930997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32469880.post-54591847855199937972007-12-30T07:13:00.000-05:002007-12-30T07:13:00.000-05:00ESCAPE. Yet another topic I could go on and on abo...ESCAPE. Yet another topic I could go on and on about and appreciate your perspective. Since this is your blog, I'll spare you and your readers. But I have to scatter a few thoughts. <BR/><BR/>I have friends who believe any kind of escape is wrong but I beg to differ. Even Meditation is a form of escape. Personally, if I don't find a way to escape alittle, (i.e. running with my mates on the trail, I leave behind all the other roles I play in life, I even leave behind my life) unconscious forces end up shaking my life up in a very big way. <BR/><BR/>This topic has made me realize that don't find myself having the 'fantasy' I used to have when I found myself alone in the car, running another errand, (The fantasy of not taking my exit, just driving straight up the highway and leaving everything behind). <BR/><BR/>Today, my fantasies are walking the dog in the quiet dark morning, having a cup of coffee on the front porch, running with my mates, just being around people I can be me with, watching my hubby and dog take a nap on the couch on a Sunday afternoon....<BR/><BR/>Maybe my fantasies are merely indicators of what's going or not going so well in my life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com