The word
“abandon” often carries a negative connotation, but I occasionally catch myself
living with a positive and useful kind of abandon. As a noun, the word can mean
living with a lack of inhibition or restraint, and every so often I feel myself
sort of sailing loose from my moorings and making a few moments or hours into
an impetuous escapade. I’m usually a fairly logical and predictable person, but
now and then I like to live like a sailor with good sails, supportive winds,
and no schedule. Even a few minutes of living with abandon – perhaps singing
old songs as I ride my bike, or mixing mints and grapes with my scrambled eggs,
or skipping with my grandchildren – can balance the seriousness of life with some
wholesome whimsy and gladness.
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