Independence at its Finest

August 28, 2012

For the longest time I always thought of myself as independent. I would do things on my own and would not allow anyone to help me do them. I was on my own schedule and got done what I needed to. I never sat around and asked questions; I always figured it out on my own. This all was true and I was a very independent person. College brought on more of this independence as I was forced into grocery shopping on my own, doing laundry, taking care of things I never had to before.

I understood what being independent was in its technical term, but I don't think I fully grasped the true essence of the word and all it entailed until very recently. Yes I could shop on my own and I had to make a car payment, but it wasn't until I came to one of those difficult to decide moments did I truly understand the depth of independence. I make decisions all the time and when I do I stick with it and am confident in that decision. But it isn't until you know yourself well enough to make a decision that completely contradicts that of what your loved ones and friends and family are telling you, that you understand what it is like to be independent. Despite their knowledge and wisdom and care, you are confident enough in how you know yourself to choose to do something that goes against what they are saying and know it is the right decision.

You have to own that idea and that decision and follow through. Independence at its finest.

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