It’s April, not July, as in the 4th of July. It’s not even May, as in Cinco de Mayo. Nonetheless, I’m celebrating that I’ve always been a person who valued her independence. I believe that this trait has come from my father, whose independence seemed to be what made up his DNA, which showed greatly when he had his first stroke and had to live for a while at my mother’s (his ex-wife of MANY years) to be cared for. He was gracious, but glad when he no longer had to be dependent on someone else and could return to his own home.
Anyway, to me, independence means not only freedom, but peace, choices, having the world open up to me to do just about anything I please.
But then, who wants to be totally independent? As if that’s even possible. I’m also grateful to be dependent on my family for my identity and unconditional love, my job for financial security and for being mentally challenging, my church for spiritual fulfillment, and especially on God for everything.