9-5 job. 2.5 kids. 2 car garage. These aren't bad things, nor are they absolutely good.
[Side note: No, I'm not quitting my job and joining the circus.]
I'm not into the rat race, but sometimes, I forget that I choose. I can choose to innovate my life. When I graduated high school, college was next. When I graduated college, I expected marriage to come next. Nearly 10 years have passed with it's occasional sweep of sadness, feeling like that middle place wasn't right, like I wasn't meeting expectations. As if marriage would make me more whole and live more abundantly. Oh, the adventures I've had in the meantime, the invaluable healing I've walked through, the things I've learned about myself. In November, I'm marrying a wonderful, gracious man. Happily committed to him, I won't be any more complete once we exchange vows. We still have so much to learn. We could easily fall into the Next mentality: Career -> Buy House -> Make Babies -> Raise Them -> Retire -> Die. Maybe we will choose that with great joy, but we don't have to.
Perhaps this isn't ground-breaking news, but when many of my life's priorities have centered around keeping the peace or keeping up with the Jones'... it actually is a Revelation.
Though my words and my art may seem at odds with each other, recreating a piece I made before, I don't see it that way. The first came from my mind's eye, and I loved it. I wanted to recreate it -- using everything I've gained and lost over the past 15 years. So I did. I'm calling this one My Original.
Plus, a song: