The day I got my freedom.
I recently wrote a letter to a niece who is on the cusp of her own autonomy and freedom (when she goes away to University) who is having a hard time waiting.
We are very much alike, my niece and I, we both share this innate need to fly free. For her it’s feeling caged by being a “minor” and not being able to live away from home to escape tyranny and annoying authority. For people like us this is very real and damaging mental pressure and it can feel like we are imprisoned. Ready to burst through whatever door we have to to get the fuck out.
You know the struggle. We all remember. I sure do. “Living in captivation”, so to speak. Authority - yuck. Rules - gross. Limits - yeah okay (eye roll) lol. That’s how we feel in our souls about the need to fly free. We need to be free. We are our own authority we don’t even make rules for ourselves to follow because we don’t like rules. 💯
So I wrote her a letter and I came across these old photos from the year 2001 (17yo) when I moved away to college. It was the day I waited for with gritted teeth and deep soul impatience. The day when I knew I would be able to make my own rules, my own decisions, and not be accountable to anyone for “permission” to do whatever the fuck I wanted. The best day of my life.
It’s funny… fast forward a few decades and I still feel the exact same way about my freedom. I emotionally run away from men who try and cage me. I will never sign a legal contract to associate myself with another person on emotional grounds (aka marriage). As i’ve seen how expensive (emotionally and financially) and trapped it can feel to want out of something and not have an easy exit. I get it. I understand. I would never do that to myself. I will always remain free, even if I am committed to someone I am in love with. It just takes a special someone, a freedom oriented person also, to value this and not fear it. Afterall these qualities are going to be assets to the right type of partners for people like us ;)
This will never change in myself, and unlikely to change in my niece either. A soul that is meant to fly free needs to fly free. Hopefully we find great people who like to fly free along side us on the road of life :)
~TorontoUnicorn
Year 2001 - The day I moved out of my parental home and lived on my own in student residence. The day I spent the night in a new bed and I knew no one was in charge of me in the morning. Amazing. Life changing. No going back.
