Watch out internet...I'm about to get all thoughtful on you. And chances it are it won't be pretty, and it most likely will not make a lot of sense, but it's Memorial Day, a day of reflection and thankfulness, so I'm doing this thing.
Today I took down my white picket fence. Literally. The wood was rotting, the paint was chipped, and it was obvious that it was just a matter of time before my dog broke free of the yard or something bigger than a rabbit found its way on to my property.
During the demolition (which was actually pretty fun, smashing things with a sledge hammer :), I couldn't help but think that it was a bit ironic that I was officially ridding myself of something that has loaded connotations...the white picket fence, the American dream, an ideal and expectation.
I'm a single girl in her thirties, and I feel like I've been waiting a long time for my life to start. I've been waiting to grow up because of a predetermined definition of what it means to be an adult. Sure, the dream of the white picket fence makes me smile, and I pray to have some version of it one day, but over the last few years I've realized that I can be happy with whatever fence life gives me. I get to decide what my future holds, where I go, who I meet, and how I spend my time. I can sit around waiting for my white picket fence, or I can go out and build a fence of my own, or no fence, a world of endless opportunities.
So here's to being happy with what you have, blessed for the graces you've been given, and thankful for the right to choose. And also, here's to family who will lend you their day to knock down a fence and save you $1,000. Love you guys!
Happy Memorial Day!