I woke up thinking about personal independence on this Independence Day.
The dictionary defines independence as freedom from the control, influence, support, aid, or ther like, of others. In my case the "others" would be my parents because I'm 29 years old and still living at home and stuck in this minion-like weekly routine of servitude to them.
I'm so over it and sensing the need to get out.
This morning, I printed out the floor plan to a place I might possibly be living by the end of summer, and littered it with doodles of where I'd put stuff (see above image).
I got magically entranced by my sister's Domino: Book of Decorating book that I pulled off her shelf and paged through as she was dusting and cleaning all around me.
And I've been ferociously pinning 'house' pins.
At almost-30, I feel it is necessary to declare and pursue my independence, and the thought of it wildly excites me. On the other hand, the 'what's the smart move' devil that constantly tugs on my decision dial steers me scared, steers me logical, reminds me I just lost my awesome design job, and says "stay home, stay safe and comfortable, and stay in your same ol' stifling routine for a little longer."
How independent will I be by Summer's end?
This is a question whose answer has been taking on a life of its own, with all the variables that are involved. However, I want to remember that the answer to this question is entirely up to me. The outcome can pan out a number of different ways, but in the end, I know I need to break away.
Independence is the goal. ♥ ♥ ♥ Happy Independence Day!
