Independence
Hey.
So those who are close to me know that I have had an interesting run with luck and weird health stuff. One broken toe later and clean bill of health, I have decided to change my major again. Through all of this, the sense of independence has been overwhelmingly obvious. Having to take myself to the Emergency Room by myself is one of the scariest and most adult moments of my life. There is nothing like lying on a hospital bed while getting fluids to make one realize how truly independent they are.
This realization is (pardon my French) fucking scary. This feeling escalates when your phone also dies in the Hospital =_=...During all of this I was having a hard week at my classes. The classes I should love and be enthralled with were not clicking. This led to my mind being so wrapped up in the puzzle of how to love my classes that I almost crash landed and broke my toe while preventing a face plant on concrete. I hopped around trying to ignore the growing panic until I got home. Then I began to cry because I was alone and truly a singular person. Later when I decided to change my major and told my respective parents and they were perfectly fine with it.
Knowing that my parents accepted my decision fermented what I knew. I was truly independent from my parents and from my Mother who I clung to out of a need of dependence. It was okay to major in the same thing my Mom did and at the same time be an independent person.
Thank god for spell check or the word independent would be spelled wrong A LOT.
So those who are close to me know that I have had an interesting run with luck and weird health stuff. One broken toe later and clean bill of health, I have decided to change my major again. Through all of this, the sense of independence has been overwhelmingly obvious. Having to take myself to the Emergency Room by myself is one of the scariest and most adult moments of my life. There is nothing like lying on a hospital bed while getting fluids to make one realize how truly independent they are.
This realization is (pardon my French) fucking scary. This feeling escalates when your phone also dies in the Hospital =_=...During all of this I was having a hard week at my classes. The classes I should love and be enthralled with were not clicking. This led to my mind being so wrapped up in the puzzle of how to love my classes that I almost crash landed and broke my toe while preventing a face plant on concrete. I hopped around trying to ignore the growing panic until I got home. Then I began to cry because I was alone and truly a singular person. Later when I decided to change my major and told my respective parents and they were perfectly fine with it.
Knowing that my parents accepted my decision fermented what I knew. I was truly independent from my parents and from my Mother who I clung to out of a need of dependence. It was okay to major in the same thing my Mom did and at the same time be an independent person.
Thank god for spell check or the word independent would be spelled wrong A LOT.
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