subject line: be free.



Twenty-three. I used to think that was the age I would get married. I thought I would be settling down, becoming an adult, putting a down payment on a house, grocery shopping for two. Boy was I wrong.

But I’m so glad I was wrong.

Because what I have is freedom. Freedom to spend my evenings in coffee shops reading Big Magic. Freedom to figure out who I am at this point in my life. Freedom to change if I need to. Freedom to leave if I start to suffocate.

I think someday, when I lose that freedom, it’s going to be really hard and I’m going to have to grieve that.

So right now, all I want to do is embrace it.