You have 400 words to write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece about freedom, in any way that makes sense to you."
Freedom? Well I’d love to sit here and tell you I’ve spent the entire week thinking about the freedoms I enjoy as an American. Though, honestly, this word entered my mind as almost a foreign concept. As I began to potty train my little girl I realized a piece of my freedom was and will be put in jeopardy for awhile. I’ve been feeling trapped and little bit lonely. Today I went to the Dr. to check on my progress with baby number two. After explaining a few symptoms I’ve been having my Dr. warned me to take it easy, put my feet up and rest more. One may think this sounds like the perfect prescription, yet I left the office feeling another piece of my freedom flutter away. I wondered how I was suppose to go any slower than the slothful pace at which I am currently living. I’ve slacked off on making dinner, not entirely, but mostly. My husband has had to do a lot of grocery store runs.
“What are we out of?” He’ll ask.
My unfailing response, “Everything.”
The house is usually in disarray and my workouts have been tapered back significantly. My blog, my writing and my creativity have even taken a hit. Meanwhile, I kept thinking, how can I manage a two year old and simultaneously take it easy. Is it possible? Oh Freedom, how I miss thee.