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I don’t have the courage to say goodbye. I can’t gather the sheer unaduterated audacity to get in my car one morning and to just keep going instead of making that turn into work, bidding farewell to the time clock and the routine.
I’d keep heading west, meeting up with another highway, finding myself climbing the mountains of western Pennsylvania. Hours later, I’d call home.
“I’m in Pittsburgh,” I’d say. “I thought I’d have a Primanti’s sandwich before I head home.”
The family would be surprised.
“What about work?,” they would ask.
“It doesn’t matter,” I’d say. “I’ve said goodbye.”
“What will you do?” they’d ask.
“I don’t know,” I’d say.
But, I’d be strengthened and exhilarated and ready to take on all challenges.
Yet I haven’t the courage to say goodbye.