Leaving the Nest

I had a dream last night. Dad wanted me to get an apartment on my own. He actually thought I had and was angry when he still found me living at home. I was going to school and had no job, so I explained that I thought he meant when I finished school and had a job. He informed me I had it wrong - he meant now.

Is it time to move on in some way? Time to start taking ownership of my own life and stop looking up or over my shoulder and hoping (mom and) dad would approve? How deeply rooted the voices of our parents can be in our lives.


Funny how I feel all grown up, but have yet to fully proclaim and own my independence.

(sung to the Simon & Garfunkel classic "The Sound of Silence": "Hello darkness, my old friend....(got it?)"

Hello, Blo-og, my old friend,
I left you out behind the bend.
I haven't written for a long, long time.
So much stuff is sittin' on my mind.

It's time to let it go,
and share it with the world -
or just maybe you....

It's time to try
some blogging....

Fool, I am, I walked away.
Wandering alone all day.
Thinking silly thoughts inside my mind.
People smiled and treated me so kind.

But deep inside,
I knew it wasn't well...
oh, could they tell?

It's time to try
some blogging....