note: this was originally written yesterday morning. i didn’t have a chance to finish it yesterday so am posting it today.
change is inevitable. some people fear change, while others relish it. myself, i’ve always been somewhere in the middle there: i embrace some changes while i am anxious about other changes. neither hidebound nor avant-garde, i like to think that i’m generally pretty middle of the pack in terms of how i usually view change.
changes in my daily routine are often changes that i don’t respond to well: i guess like most of us i too am a creature of habit. the daily, boring parts of my life are things i don’t, as a rule, want to be exciting b/c they’re just things i want to get through quickly, efficiently, to get to the stuff that matters. changes of other things (e.g., the 2008 presidential elections) are things to which i look forward: i won’t miss the bush administration, that’s for damned sure. :>
but the reason i’m talking about all of this, on the one year anniversary of this series is that there is a change in my life. the company for which i work is likely going to be defunct by november and they’re forced to reduce staff, including me: friday was my last day. the severance package is good, and i’ll be spending the rest of this week (after today) enjoying the freedom that comes from saying goodbye to something i didn’t really enjoy. as i said to someone else recently, professionalism and affection for my colleagues were all that kept me going—i’m pretty burn out. the hours sucked, as some of you may already be aware, and it wasn’t a job that made me particularly happy.
what’s funny though is that i was feeling wistful as i walked out the lobby that final time. i wasn’t feeling wistful about the job—on the contrary, as i said to a friend when we spoke about 15 minutes later, i was so happy to be gone that had there been no witnesses, i might’ve considered rubbing one out!—but rather, i was feeling wistful about…not feeling wistful about the job.
i felt free. and in spite of that joy, i still felt mildly guilty that freedom felt good. kinda stupid, i know, but hey, it’s the truth.
so i already know that i’ll take this week off (provided no other family emergencies arise) for myself and to enjoy all the things i haven’t had the time to enjoy, like this summer, and perhaps cut back on the time i spend here in the course of a day. on a personal note, it’s gonna be strange, never being the first commenter on people’s blog entries anymore. ah, well.
but all of this got me thinking about the burdens that weigh us all down, and what it might be like to be free of them. there’s an intrinsic tension between freedom, the ability to do whatever you like, and responsibility, which hems in the range of our possible actions.
responsibilities, obligations, duties…to friends, family, employers, employees, to our fellow man and woman…the list goes on and on. we know that as adults, we have these things we must accept. we tend to view adulthood as coming to terms with our responsibilities and handling them properly. but i find that the responsibilities that we feel are ones that we recognize and acknowledge. no matter how strenuous, if we feel it to be a responsibility, we shoulder it: it’s part of being an adult.
and something i’ve learned is that the weight of responsibility can be a heavy burden, so sometimes, it’s the responsible thing to set them down for a spell, to take a breather when you can, so you can ultimately go farther.
true freedom from our responsibilities and obligations is a pipedream: it’s impossible to live an adult life without those things. we feel our responsibilities keenly—sometimes, feel defined by them, maybe. heck, i know i do at times, when i lose focus of what’s important.
and to me, that’s what makes it so important to grab those times where you can put down your responsibilities for a little while. just for a little while, maybe.
so how often do you get a little freedom in your life? are you able to push aside your obligations and responsibilities for a little while, or do you struggle to find even five minutes of your day? or maybe you’re more or less free of responsibilities in your life? comment and let me know.
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