States of Being
I was exhausted and achy. After all the work that I had put into repairing this house in the woods, would it be worth it?
The problem started when I got the letter. It was a threatening letter. The writer warned me that there would be dire consequences if I didn’t pay $500,000 to this bank in Switzerland. Who has $500,000 at their beck and call? And what were the dire consequences?
I panicked. My anxiety rose one hundredfold. I couldn’t sleep due to the fear this letter caused. I tried distracting myself by watching TV. Have you seen what’s on the news each day? That certainly didn’t calm me down. I connected with my inner self, grounded myself, and took deep breaths. All that did was make me hyperventilate and get more anxious.
That was when I decided to take whatever money I could gather and leave. I got in my car, gathered whatever tools I could find, and headed north to parts unknown. After hours of driving, I was relieved to find this spot here in the woods and this run-down old shack of a house. There was no one around.
I went into town, managed to find the land office, and discovered that that abandoned piece of land I had discovered was for sale and it was dirt cheap. So I put some money down with what I had. How I’m going to pay the rest of it, I’ll worry about some other day.
I worked on the house, finding the scraps that I needed to repair what I could. I tried not to be distracted but focused on the task at hand.
As of this moment I’ve made it liveable. It’s actually not that bad. I’m hopeful that this could be the solution to my problem. I still have an uneasy feeling that things might go wrong. Even though there is barely enough signal to get cell service, I am staying connected with the real world. Of course, I’m using a burner phone so that I can’t be traced. Wouldn’t want those seeking to extort to know where I am.
I’m finally getting to relax a bit. I’m actually feeling a bit joyful that this happened. As to where I go next or what I should be doing with my life, I’m still kind of neutral. Time will tell.
Maybe being a card shark at that shady Vegas casino wasn’t the best profession for me to go into.
