I haven’t experienced this much freedom
since college graduation .
I loll on my bed in my tiny apartment in the new town
during a break from work
gazing contentedly out the spring-open window at
distant snowcapped mountains
as the cool spring breeze wraps around my face and
I remember what I thought was
freedom,
mere days of freedom at graduation
before I moved to the coast to
live with my first husband...
And with all the commitments and trappings
that came after that,
like kids and mortgages and pets and jobs
endings and deaths and health challenges.
Many days in that time, nay, weeks and months and years,
that felt more like jail or torture or both.
But now,
I now have the mental health to go with the sense of freedom,
the sanity and clarity and peace that
I really knew nothing about
in my 20s.
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