Today, I slept in until 10 AM. I had time to eat breakfast. I warmed up soup for lunch and made a smoothie for dessert. I marveled at the way that the streets look in the midday sun. It felt like summer. Or like the weekend in Nebraska, when I used to go out and do interesting things instead of locking myself in my dark room (lair may be a more appropriate word) to do homework.
I love homeschooling/unschooling already, and I am only three days in. Taking Grace Llewellyn's advice in The Teenage Liberation Handbook, I am allowing myself a chance to bask in my newfound freedom and surges of creativity before I dive headfirst into my self-designed curriculum.
But things have been happening naturally, of their own accord. I found a Craigslist ad for a job as an assistant/writer at a company that helps small businesses develop their social media outreach, and I am applying tomorrow (wish me luck). I went to tea with my English teacher to discuss Sense & Sensibility, and she offered to continue working with me, even though I have withdrawn from the school.
I am happy, and that is something that I have not been able to say for a long time. The still frames of my life are more honest, more inherently me, than they have been in a long, long time.
I am standing inside a cafe sniffing beautiful, colorful, floral teas inside their glass jars. I am driving across town listening to the radio. I am writing my first post to you, whoever you are, wherever you are, whatever your dreams and your imperfections and the beauty inside of you.
Let's go on an adventure together.
