I took a long 10 hour ride with Alton to Mississippi a few weekends ago that gave me time to think and reflect. Somehow I found myself somewhat worried about not telling certain people where I was headed, how long I’d be gone, stuff like that. I’m sitting there for a good while on this long car ride wondering if they would be concerned or cared or even upset that I didn’t mention it or invited them or anything. And then I caught myself…
…why the hell do I care so much? Who’s life is it? Theirs? Why was I sitting there so concerned about how they would feel if I told them where I was going or not? Was I not an almost 23 (yikes) year old woman? Not able to come and go as I please? Then I realized…I’ve been this way for a longer time than I think. A long damn time actually. I felt some sort of guilt because I would not let people in on my whereabouts, my doings and essentially, my business. What the hell is wrong with me?? At what point did I become so overly compliant with others’ acceptance and approval of what I do with my time and my life?
If you’re reading this, I want to encourage you and maybe even suggest and/or DEMAND you to live your life.
You have to live with your choices, decisions, everything. You don’t owe ANYONE an explanation as to who, what, when, when, where, why OR how — NOTHING, my friend. At the end of the day, you have to live with everything you do. The approval of others or their knowledge of your life happenings is quite frankly, unnecessary. Not everyone needs to be in your business. Not everyone has to be on a ‘need to know’ basis. Keep your life belonging to you!
I’ve definitely crossed some sort of threshold with this realization. And its about damn time.
My life is mine. What I choose to do is my decision and no one has to approve or even know what goes on in it.
whitty lianne 