just scott

Growing up, I had always really wanted to be independent. On my own. This is (possibly) one of the reasons I married so young (I was 21).
The past 25 years have been awesome. A sweet, healthy, happy, loving family. Beautiful wife, beautiful children. Great sex life, lots of fun activities with the kids.
I’ve never really been “free” to just live for myself. A choice I happily made, in return for an awesome family. I’d make the same choice again, if I had the opportunity. No regrets.
The times that I traveled for weeks at a time, during the past decade, have given me a small taste of temporary freedom. Freedom from mundane household chores. Freedom from animals running around, vomiting and peeing and shedding. Freedom from going to scouts, or some other activity during the week nights. Freedom to just relax. Alone. Regroup my own thoughts.
Now, that my kids are a little older, and more independent, and the wife and I have amicably separated… (and she has recently moved out), I am feeling a taste of freedom again. This time, it feels more permanent. More real. I LIKE IT.
I still have 2 kids that are in high school, and have activities (that I am also involved in), but that’s just life. I don’t want to sit at home 7 days a week. I’m still in debt to my eyeballs… but, during the next few years, my goal is to get these kids out of high school, into college, and myself out of debt (or as much as is possible).
Also, I will skydive. It will happen.

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