My dear darling friend Tara, a wild blue-or-sometimes-pink-haired knitter yarn-spinner, came up with a brilliant way to celebrate her second anniversary of declaring her independence from her soul-sucking day job: she rounded up a slew of declarations of independence from various awesome people.
It is powerful mojo to declare yourself free of something. I wrote my contribution off the cuff, but it’s lingered long with me – so long, in fact, that I waited a full week after the relevant American holiday to share it with you.
I declare myself independent from your expectations of me. I declare myself independent from limits imposed by those who know me – and moreso of those who do not know me. I declare myself independent from “should’s” and “supposed to’s” laid out by an aging and frightened society.
I declare myself independent from stifling painful closets that try to hide my beautiful shining light from the world just because I happen to be “different”. In fact, I declare myself independent from “normal”.
I declare myself independent from self-imposed limits, too. They’re not real, anyway. They’re just there to keep me in line – and I declare myself independent from that line.
I declare myself independent from the stupid silly left-over rules from my childhood that never even made any sense anyway, like “no chewing on your straw” or “no singing at the table” – and I will chew my straws and sing with wild abandon at whatever table I’m at when the mood strikes.
And I declare myself independent from fear. Fear is an unfair, unjust ruler – and a world without fear will be a world full of love.
That sounds far better to me – so I declare myself dependent on love.
Go. Get the whole thing from Tara. It’s powerful, it’s heart-wrenching, it’s glorious.
And then, declare your own independence.
I would love love love to read your declarations – if you feel called to share here in the comments, I will be honored and delighted!