Declaring Our Own Independence

MjAxMi00NWQxNDEyNzVkZDk5NDk4At 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.

627a6a8c8c2b9db008f93ee6c60fcc74I 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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