I'm free to do what I want any ol' time.
Today's NaBloPoMo prompt is to define "freedom." This time of year, that should be an easy one. It's summer, and summer is synonymous with freedom for students and teachers, right? RIGHT?
So far, my summer "freedom" has consisted of getting a new transmission for our van (which means having to share a car), running Ryan to and from band camp at his new high school (with Brett's help), attending a day-long technology class, and putting in volunteer hours in the church sound booth (both for Wednesday night praise team practice and a preschool graduation tonight). And yes, I would like some cheese with my whine.
But if I weren't free from my day job, all of the above would've been much more challenging. What's more—I must remind myself—all of these encumbrances were self-chosen. I have chosen to live without the extra car payment a more reliable van would necessitate. I most definitely chose to be a mom, and on top of that, signed on to be a band parent. Nobody's forcing me to be one of my campus's technology integrators, and no one has ever put a gun to my head to make me work in the booth (although it might've gotten ugly if I'd skipped out on the preschool thing tonight).
So maybe I'm saying that freedom isn't being able to do whatever whenever, but it IS the ability to choose when and how I give up my precious time, energy and cold, hard cash.
And for the freedom to take on these tasks, I'm thankful for summer!
I could also get into the many freedoms our country affords us, or I could talk about the ultimate freedom we find in Christ, but it's late, so I stick to my superficial summer talk.
And I'll add this because if I pass on this little ear worm, maybe it'll wiggle its way right out of my brain: