At an evening pick-up soccer game last week, I sat with two other parents by the field. Summer was going well, we observed. But we hadn’t truly claimed that freedom that comes with the end of schoolwork and parent-teacher conferences. It was time to declare our independence from the things that occupy our minds. There are so many better ways to spend our time.
I declared my independence from daily rounds of laundry. Ten plus loads a week. I’ll still do them, but not EVERY DAY. (As I write this, there is a load in the washer.) One parent said she was sick of making supper every single night. She’s thinking maybe each of her kids could take a night.
I’m also declaring my independence from pseudoscience and BS. I don’t want to listen to it anymore. So I won’t.
As of right now I am free from keeping my house ever “guest ready.” If you’re stopping by to see me and you can tell we have a dog by the fur balls on the floor, there you go. We have a dog.
It’s summer time, and I’m declaring myself free to play. Work can be all consuming, and it often is. Calling a break to work means time to play chase, capture the flag, catch fireflies, read a book, dam up the creek, and draw pictures. If I’m not frantic with work, that’s not a bad thing. It means I’m having fun!
That’s it. I’m free.
Free and gratefully…
Alive.
What are you declaring?
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