Post by grouchmuffin on Jul 4, 2005 0:00:02 GMT -5
(from my blog dated 7/3/05...www.nakedweroam.blogspot.com (c) 2005)
I didn't necessarily intend this blog to be a space where I spout out my beliefs. But, I think it's very timely to throw in an essay here. One on independence.
I don't necessarily mean political freedom. For, I believe, no matter how oppressed the civilization, free will always prevails. I'm a live and let live kinda gal. I don't live my life like June Cleaver, nor would I want to! Nor do I live like Murphy Brown...or any other TV leading woman for that matter. I am very content to be me. Sure, I'd change a couple of things about me if I had my own personal genie...for instance...20 pounds would POOF! disappear. I'd be organized & have an even tan. I would never procrastinate. I'd be the sort of mom that says to my daughter --"Aw, are you okay?" instead of "Geez, you are soooo my daughter!" when she has a clumsy episode. But...the core of me-the free will part of me...I would not change an iota. Y'know why?
Because I am free. I am natural. Maybe I'm a neo-hippie, but I am without the burden of trying to uphold a perfect existence. I tried that for many years. Not only is it exhaustive...but it is purty durned near impossible. When I washed my hands clean of trying to be perfect...and realized that no on IS perfect--I found FREEDOM.
Let me spell it out just a few more times for good measure...
freedom
freedoM
freedOM
freeDOM
freEDOM
frEEDOM
fREEDOM
FREEDOM
FREEDOm
FREEDom
FREEdom
FREedom
FReedom
Freedom
freedom
Such a lovely word. Conjures thoughts of boating, feeling the breeze kiss my cheek, running, riding in a convertible (top down of course!), of long hair tickling the middle of my spine, singing in the shower when no one is home, coming home to a dirty house exhausted...and sleeping the exhaustion off without lifting a finger and without GUILT, I might add...of being on a Harley with no helmet, on RISK.
RISK. Hmmmm...just like on that helmetless hog-you must RISK. You must get out of your comfort zone to experience freedom. Do something you've never done before. Be crazy-be wild-be...FREE.
If you need ideas, check out this site-gives you all kinds of reasons to step out of that comfort zone in July...
www.benevolentplanet.com/
Live free. Be safe.
Love, The 9-fingered hippie hat girl (I just had an art-related accident...tore a tendon in my right ring finger...and have 9 working fingers at present...such a klutz...)
I didn't necessarily intend this blog to be a space where I spout out my beliefs. But, I think it's very timely to throw in an essay here. One on independence.
I don't necessarily mean political freedom. For, I believe, no matter how oppressed the civilization, free will always prevails. I'm a live and let live kinda gal. I don't live my life like June Cleaver, nor would I want to! Nor do I live like Murphy Brown...or any other TV leading woman for that matter. I am very content to be me. Sure, I'd change a couple of things about me if I had my own personal genie...for instance...20 pounds would POOF! disappear. I'd be organized & have an even tan. I would never procrastinate. I'd be the sort of mom that says to my daughter --"Aw, are you okay?" instead of "Geez, you are soooo my daughter!" when she has a clumsy episode. But...the core of me-the free will part of me...I would not change an iota. Y'know why?
Because I am free. I am natural. Maybe I'm a neo-hippie, but I am without the burden of trying to uphold a perfect existence. I tried that for many years. Not only is it exhaustive...but it is purty durned near impossible. When I washed my hands clean of trying to be perfect...and realized that no on IS perfect--I found FREEDOM.
Let me spell it out just a few more times for good measure...
freedom
freedoM
freedOM
freeDOM
freEDOM
frEEDOM
fREEDOM
FREEDOM
FREEDOm
FREEDom
FREEdom
FREedom
FReedom
Freedom
freedom
Such a lovely word. Conjures thoughts of boating, feeling the breeze kiss my cheek, running, riding in a convertible (top down of course!), of long hair tickling the middle of my spine, singing in the shower when no one is home, coming home to a dirty house exhausted...and sleeping the exhaustion off without lifting a finger and without GUILT, I might add...of being on a Harley with no helmet, on RISK.
RISK. Hmmmm...just like on that helmetless hog-you must RISK. You must get out of your comfort zone to experience freedom. Do something you've never done before. Be crazy-be wild-be...FREE.
If you need ideas, check out this site-gives you all kinds of reasons to step out of that comfort zone in July...
www.benevolentplanet.com/
Live free. Be safe.
Love, The 9-fingered hippie hat girl (I just had an art-related accident...tore a tendon in my right ring finger...and have 9 working fingers at present...such a klutz...)
