Independence Day in America has an emotional meaning for many that I never really felt as an African-American. It must have been a beautiful thing for those who came here of their own choice – crossing the big pond with anticipation of a new and better life in America. Many generations later that has been a reality for some – life has been much better here. But the celebration for my people in this country is still in the making. This blog is not a statement of protest but of my celebration of Independence that has true meaning for me for the first time and a wonderful anticipation of new and exciting things to come as my life transitions like a moth to a butterfly.
This year – 2012 – I am, for the first time, really celebrating an Independence Day. But this Independence Day celebration is for my own personal reasons that may or may not be of interest to others. But for me, it’s fireworks, dancing in the street, partying ’til I drop!! I have worked, and worked HARD, for almost 40 years. I painfully hit that clock — morning in and morning out doing what I had to do to take care of my family and myself. I have always been a night owl and the a.m. was just not my thing. I have fortunately had some wonderful jobs and great people I’ve worked with throughout these years who helped make getting up in the early morn a little less painful..
It has been hard to imagine this kind of freedom. Part of me feels strange today (My first true day of freedom from work), but most me is giggling like a 10-year-old just knowing that I am now free to be totally me — planting flowers, writing blogs, bringing the books in my head to life, creating short stories, redecorating my house, visiting friends, staying out late, finding all the best flea markets in town, traveling, and more!.
My life has transitioned many times — each time I have felt the anxious feeling of the unknown then the exhilaration of a new beginning. Life’s journey is ever so interesting and I hope to make the very best of this turn in my journey’s road.