Where Is Your Own Personal Margaritaville?

Jimmy talks a lot about his early days in the Catholic church and how he grew up fearing for his eternal soul.

Similarly, I was also a member of a large, organized, world-wide church. Everything I had (my time, my talents, my energy and mostly, my money) went to fund the ideas and dreams of others, who supposedly knew better than I, what I should be doing with my life. It seemed that everything was scripted for me.

Then, one day a couple of years ago, I decided to live by the choices and virtues that I felt were right and good rather than by those imposed upon me by old white men who were convinced they had an "in" with God.

Everyone needs their own personal Margaritaville. So where is my Margaritaville? I think I've found it. My own personal Margaritaville is a small, square office without windows where I spend roughly 50 hours per week to pay for the things I need on my own trip around the sun. The weather is always fine... a brisk 72 degrees and an endless supply of diet coke from the soda machine next door. I have a fan, a comfortable chair, and a never-ending resource of music, courtesy of Radio Margaritaville. I also get to see what other Parrotheads are up to by checking in at BuffettNews.com.

I'm thankful that at this season of my life I've discovered how to live easier, while loving more and worrying less. Over the last few months, I feel like I've FINALLY started to learn how to live. And, I've learned that living isn't about what you're doing... it's about how you're doing. And right now, I'm doing just fine.