Resolutions. They come in many forms some more some less intrusive to our current lifestyle.
The impulse of sharing my thoughts with the world came about a few years ago, many resolutions later, I sit here at my keyboard typing the first words. These first words feel like first steps, still shaky and unsure of the path, direction and heading, firmly planting each foot on the ground before the other takes the next step keeps me on course.
First steps. Each journey regardless of its planned distance, destination, focus or goal begins with a first step. Every day we take first steps when we get out of bed. Where do they take us? Have we got a plan?
A plan is a nice thing to have, a map that helps keep us on track, a framework on which we can build. For many, myself included, a plan has in the past, served the purpose of having something to deviate from; a carefully nurtured rebellious little voice that has reliably guided me since my youth has shown me the way; one that usually deviated from that which I set out to achieve, quashing the efforts to reach that end point, that goal set before the mind’s eye, even before the first shaky steps were taken.
This small voice, rebellious by nature is a wonderful companion. It has guided me towards independence through driving me to pursue a mostly autonomous lifestyle, not seeking solace in the protection of society’s social structure but seeking my personal fortune, writing the story of my life without being led by the hand that expects in return for its guidance, obedience and productivity. A helpful hand it is, if one is willing to shoulder the yoke and pull the cart as millions do.
I choose! A powerful statement, one which we all have power to make. It takes courage and insight and calm, as the foreign impulses drawing our attention are vast and varied, the carrots that lure us seem lush and succulent. Which carrot do I choose? Which carrots have been chosen for me? Paths laid out, plans made, in our best interests of course…Where does that leave us though, with our valuable gift of choice? Do we choose to accept the given packages, trust the provider and succumb to our fate? Or, do we create our own path from the sheer endless choices available. The choice is ours.
I choose to create! There, i’ve said it, I stand by it and pursue it! Create…a beautiful word, a powerful one. What does it mean, to create? Build something new from the ashes of the old, take impulses from deep within and weave them into stories, frame them, put them in perspective and add to the cornucopia of impulses. Yes! I choose to add to the noise, broadcasting my messages on my personal frequency that reaches those tuned in to these vibrations. Create, or rather translate and transcribe my impulses, sharing my personal human journey.
With great joy and trepidation I set my first steps firmly into the ground of the next chapter of my life:
ever changing,
ever growing,
sometimes raining,
sometimes snowing
I herewith invite you to join me here and elsewhere so that we may share the joy of life.
Thank you
Personal Autonomy 