When I was in college, I was in a writing group with three other students. When we graduated, one went to Martha’s Vineyard to write screenplays. One went to London to write plays. And one went to graduate school for English. Me? I took a job at Morgan Stanley pulling documents in their corporate library. I never took a single day to write. Always had a day job. Was not a free spirit. Far from it. I prefer structure, rules, guidelines, and deadlines. I’m compulsive, rigid, and driven.
Are you a free spirit?
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Betsy Lerner 
Yep. 100%. March to the beat of my own drummer. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Are you a free spirit?”
Not so much as I like to pretend or believe I am. What I’ve always wanted is a full kibble dish and a loose leash.
“Are you a free spirit?”
If traveling to the other side of the planet, to Africa, at the age of twenty made me a free spirit, than I was. When I got home, time-clocks ruled. No regrets either way.
As I get older, I find I that am a perfectionist with a free spirit constantly trying to get out. Every now and then it does and it’s fun and unexpected. I’ve always been writing. Diagramming sentences was my favorite activity in English class.
Yes. Not always the best way to be, but soar I do. My wife has never tried to tame that wild stallion and by her side I’ll happily stay.