Six months my sole focus has been on taking care of the dead and dying. Thoughts of how can I be a good caregiver and be a good steward to a life that for 97 years has been filled with ups and downs and adventure. Sad sighs and joyous highs that make a life worth living— the Grand Belle has wrung every drop of life from this reality.
But now I sit on the precipice of my life being truly my own. No children, husband, or traditional trappings of a well-regarded woman. And somehow as terrifying as this reckless liberty seems in my heart — I hear a whisper stirring. It’s a call from my ancestors, the forewomen who lived their own tales of quiet rebellion:
Run toward freedom, sweet daughter full of fire and earth. Leap into a life unknown and embrace your love-drunk passion to experience all the world has to offer.
So I start this blog as a way to detail an alternative way of life. One that’s meant to break free from a life of self defeat and playing average. (simple living isn’t average—accepting options life gives carte-blanche is.) While I’m not sure what this looks like for me yet, I pray to all that is holy for courage to continue on, not back down in a cold sweat of anticipated defeat. Let me go further if only to leave breadcrumbs for the next generation to be bolder than those of us that came before. Let me not wait until tomorrow to dare what can be done today.
Thanks for the challenge, Miss Rienzi.
