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Freedom, hey?

At liberty. Free
of constraint. Independent. Able to exercise free will. 

It's what we
all, here, hopefully expect. 

Its loss, in
some ways, is what is so confronting as a parent.

And it is so
inspiring to see our small charges striving for it. As they run away up the
street, straight for the road with the buses. As they leap the neighbour's
fence in a single bound. As they put their heads down and speed determinedly
towards the chip aisle. 

I still haven't
lost the deep joy that grown up freedoms afford. And I'm politically conscious
enough to really appreciate the superficial stuff.

I choose to go
to bed at 1am if I want to. I choose to read Dostoyevsky or Who Magazine, I
don't care what anyone says. I choose to eat cheesecake for breakfast if it's
in the fridge. 

I was talking to
my mate Ben about this last week, he too is someone who appreciates grown up
freedoms.  Ice-cream for breakfast, pizza every night for a week, bed
whenever you want. Maybe even more appreciative this week as he's about to
hit the big 3-0 (happy birthday dude!

What are your
greatest freedoms? 

When I really
think about it, it makes me so so grateful, because the list is so endless.

I choose to : go
skinny dipping. Wear boots, not heels. Have short hair. Listen to incredibly
daggy Celtic music. Write. Drink. Laugh. 



7 Comments on “freedom

October 27, 2009 at 9:44 am

thanks fi!

the freedom to feel young is what i am most thankful for.

does anybody really feel their age?

wouldn’t it be great if age was determined by how old you felt….
one day your 30, the next you feel 18. wake up with a hang-over and all of a sudden your 81.
the fact that i am wearing my son’s bib whilst writing this is proof!

go and do something silly. something full of youth and freedom. i know will be 😉

Alex Nolan
October 27, 2009 at 10:17 am

Well said, Ben!

Today I feel my age (2 days off 32); tomorrow I might feel 15 and very hormonal; some days, when the boys have been driving me round the bend, and I haven’t spoken a word all day without shouting or screaming, I feel about 900.

Watching Neighbours make me feel like I’ve just come in from school and there is a wholesome meal being prepared for me of fish fingers and chips!

Have a happy day folks – I’m off to bed to get beauty sleep and find the elixir of eternal youth…..

October 27, 2009 at 11:18 pm

I relish being able to lie in bed with a book, uninterrupted, all day long. Oh, the decadence. This will happen again one day!

My “Babes in Arms” Book Club (I thought we should call it Reading Between the Whines!) is a problem- I’m so much happier to lavish time and attention on the boy if there’s not a book whispering to me.

International Woman of Mystery
October 28, 2009 at 12:23 am

As a grown up I choose not to go to one more bar or pub for a drink. I did it when I was young because I felt I had to. But NO MORE! I just don’t like it and I don’t care if that makes me a total dag. I would much prefer to meet at a cafe (even better, one of the Eiscafes they have here in Deutschland – fabulous). Anyone up for it?

October 29, 2009 at 8:14 pm

Funny, the way I see it sometimes is, the more freedom we have, the more constrained we feel. It’s like being stuck at the shops, paralysed with too much choice, when all we want is a singular tube of white mint flavoured paste to maintain oral hygiene with.

October 29, 2009 at 10:20 pm

I choose (still, after purchasing a second pair) to wear shiny red patent leather Doc Marten’s and red ballets because it makes me cheerful.

I choose not to become a slave to the straigtheners and wear my hair loose and curly the way nature intended.

I choose to be happy about my life rather than moan about what I am missing.

I also choose to say that you are bloody amazing Fi. Say g’day to the fella, I’ll be back for a visit in April and must come to say hello and eat your lasagne


Fiona @ Inner Pickle
October 29, 2009 at 11:15 pm

COOL!!! what fantastic thoughts.

Y, you’re so right, if I ever get a clear day I sometimes find myself staring at the walls – too much choice.

Miss Marissa, can’t wait to see you in April!



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