Please.  Let me curl up in my orange comforty-down and hibernate.  I’ll get round and squishy and sleep away all my current stress inducing thoughts.  I won’t tweeze, snip, pull, prod, poke or shave.  Anywhere. I will not have to get to the gym to get through the hour to get into a size smaller.  I will not have to contemplate a life change- the declining health of my mother-or  wonder if this will be the day she no longer remembers who any of us are, or worse, does not wake up from the night before. I will not have to negotiate or advocate for expected and well deserved heath care.   I will not have to sign off on, sign on to, waive away, or be-sure-to include.  I will not have to highlight,low light or conceal any short grey bothersome curlies.  Anywhere.  I will not have to get from A to B to get C-and then do it all over again-only with a different travel plan or distance.  I will not have to check and balance, recalculate, reconfigure, have Peter chat with Paul, or beg and borrow.  I will not have to wash, rinse, spin, dry, fold, repeat. Or: wash, rinse, load, unload, repeat.  I will not have to gas up, oil change, recharge, caffeinate, calcium fortify, pro-biotic load, unclog,replenish, scrape off, stack what has already been cut, add more to, raise the bar on, justify, feel guilty about, or not, wonder if, or when, or why.  There will be no stir fry, pan fried, pan sauteed, deep fried, flash frozen, order in, take out, microwave, stir, simmer, boil and put it on plates.

Yes.  Hibernate for a while.  Then wake up rested and hungry for the newness of something-well, new.  Without having to think anything through, process for any amount of time or evolve to any level.  Just wake-up renewed-and ready.  Here I am .

But no.  Just think of all the things I would miss.