There are many types of freedom, really. We each have our own definitions of what makes one free. My kinda freedom means many things, but mostly the ability to think for myself, to make my own decisions, and live my life however I happen to see fit. For me, freedom was a far-reaching journey, and honestly, I’m still not completely there yet (will I ever be? Who knows). For me, freedom means no longer having to live under the thumb of someone who really doesn’t care whether I exist or not. Freedom means being my own person and being able to choose what I want to do with my life, no matter what that may be.
But as I said, that freedom wasn’t easy. Well, on one hand it was easy. When you’re over something, it’s easy to stop doing it. On the other hand, some things are an uphill battle, regardless of how necessary they are. Yes, I’m talking about the “Big D”..divorce. Anyone who has been divorced knows how strained things can be during the process. Afterward there is usually a sense of relief, though. In my case, there was a HUGE sense of relief. And then the reality set in..Uh oh. I’m not sure how to be on my own (learned pretty fast, really).
“Free at last, free at last. Thank God almighty, I’m free at last!” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
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