Life is not what I thought it would be...it's better!

All my life I have wanted to be a grownup. You know, go to college, get married, have kids, live in the burbs, drive a status-y car, go on fancy vacations and have money in the bank. I once had those things, till divorce blew them up. And you know what? I realized that's not what life's about. While all that "stuff" is nice, it doesn't guarantee happiness. I have discovered that living my life passionately and on my own terms is what brings me true happiness. I create my life, day by day. For instance, I don't have a regular job. The thought of spending my days stuck in a cubicle like Dilbert, working to support someone else's cause and having my time controlled by the Man sucks the life right out of me. Nope, can't do it. I'll be damned if I'm going to spend the rest of my life dancing to the beat of someone else's drummer. I'll do my own thing, thankyouverymuch.

Back in the 90's, the simplicity movement gained some popularity and press. Aparently, there are a lot of people out there who feel the same way I do. Sure, money and status are nice, but what about time and personal authenticity? Don't they count. I mean, you only have one life, one short blink of time on this planet. Don't you want to have some say on how you spend it?

What would happen if we all decided to live by our own light? I'm not talking about the selfishness of the "Me" generation, I'm talking about living with meaning. Personal meaning. Integrity. What if time, creativity, loving and living took precidence over acquisition and spending money? Would that really be so bad?

I'm realizing that being a grownup is a pretty cool thing. Finally, I have the freedom to create a life worth living.