Current reading: The First American: The Life and Times of
Benjamin Franklin, H. W. Brands, Doubleday.
Current listening: “My Next Thirty Years,” from the A Place In The Sun album by Tim McGraw.
My current reading and listening selections appear to be particularly germaine at this moment in time - Franklin’s life is a testament to a continuous desire for independance at various levels: personal, religious, political. Tim McGraw’s song is dead on - I turn 30 on the 30th of this month, and it spells out a huge chunk of what’s really important about life and living it.
Roughly this time three years ago, I put the following quotation from Heinlein on the site:
“I’m so busy doing what I must do that I don’t have time to do what I ought to do … and I never get a chance to do what I want to do!”
“Son, that’s universal. The way to keep that recipe from killing you is occasionally to do what you want to do anyhow.”
Robert Heinlein, Citizen of the Galaxy
Now, with three years, some therapy, and a lot of personal, internal work, I’ve really come to see a new relevance to it in a lot of ways. I’ve taken my life back for myself.
My time is my own. Where I choose to spend it is my own. The people I choose to spend it with? My choice.
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
And she’s right. And no one can mold you into something you can’t be without your consent. No one can take your time and your self away from you without your consent.
I give my consent to no one to remove from me that which is most important: my self.