Whose life is this anyway? #2

My sense of place? Well sadly I can’t speak much for my sense of place because I am stuck in a rut. I get up, finish any work for class that I haven’t completed yet, and go to class. Get done with class, come home, clean, cook, more work for class, and then sleep all to do it again the next day. It is because of this direct contrast to my former life that I am very glad that I am in this class and civic engagement. Before, in the long-long ago, I was very active in my “community” I helped out charities, I gave blood, heck I even stopped for people who broke down on the side of the road. I was just as nice as I could be.

Where did it all go wrong? That is a question I have asked myself many times. I mean how I could have fallen so far from my path, it is unhealthy that is what it is. Here is what my sense of place should be: I begin each day with a quick bike ride through the neighborhood. If I see trash along that route I pick it up, no need for thanks, just doing my part to make sure things look nice. After my ride, I should get going on any errands or class I may have that day. When I have completed that, I call up either my contact at Harry Chapin and see if they need some sorting, or I head to a park. If they need help I help them, otherwise I’ll just enjoy nature as it should be.

New goal- Get back to where I want/need to be. 

 [Image credit to the Concord Players and their play Whose Life is it Anyway?