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ROAD TO INDEPENDENCE


Pardon my silence, I have been in the process of finding the road to my own personal independence...again. I think i'm frustrated because I keep making wrong turns. Going left when I should have gone right, making a u-turn when I should have trusted the direction I was going in the first place. This road continues to prove more and more challenging the more I start to realize my potential. The more I become uncomfortable with the status quo. The truth is, I've been spending a lot of time working on me so that we (my family & I) can live a bit more freely, more independently from the constraints of middle class bondage. I get that my struggle is not as tough as many, but man it still is really really really HARD at times. My unpaved occasionally rocky road is putting holes in my shoes, so the last couple weeks of this writing hiatus has been spent sitting at the merge of a fork in the road. Not doing anything, just being. Not thinking or lamenting, just stopping and accessing it all. Taking it all in. Taking off the blinders so I can really see my life for what it is or isn't at this time. So I stare at this fork in the road and am figuring out what direction is best to take to get me to the road leading to my fullest potential.

Just took a deep breath...I think it might just about time to stand up and keep it moving.

Happy Road to Independence...

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