Independence keeps you safe but understanding it might set you free.


Some of the strongest people you know aren’t strong because life was easy. They’re strong because, at some point, they learned they had to be.

Hyper-independence is often mistaken for strength. On the surface it looks attractive and desirable to someone who handles everything themselves, asks for nothing, and keeps moving forward no matter what. But hyper-independence isn’t just independence. It’s a learned way of surviving in a world where, at some point, relying on other people didn’t feel safe.

For many of us, it starts early. A difficult childhood teaches us how much space we’re allowed to take up in the world and whether someone will show up when we need them. I was a latchkey kid, the youngest of four girls. By the time I came along, my parents were, in many ways, already spent. The house wasn’t always peaceful, there was a lot of yelling/screaming, and my father’s extra-curricular activities left cracks in the foundation of our family that a kid can feel even if she doesn’t fully understand them yet. So I did what a lot of kids do in those environments: I learned to take care of myself. I played alone. I figured things out on my own. And like many children growing up in complicated homes, I learned some lessons about trust and safety far earlier than I should have. Maybe that is why people mistake my mistrust for hyper-independence/”being strong.”

When independence becomes the only way you know how to live, it follows you into adulthood. You become capable, resilient, and outwardly strong but relationships can feel complicated. Sometimes we choose solitude not because we truly want to be alone, but because being close to someone requires a level of vulnerability we never learned how to trust. Sometimes we sabotage good things without meaning to, pulling away just when connection begins to feel real. It isn’t because we’re broken. It’s because the part of us that learned to survive alone still thinks it’s protecting us. Is this something that we will ever be able to get over? Will we ever allow ourselves to welcome a new healthy relationship into our lives? 

If you recognize yourself in this, I want you to know something: you are not strange, and you are not alone. Many of us learned early that the safest place to stand was on our own two feet. That instinct kept us going when we needed it most. But it doesn’t mean we were meant to walk through life alone forever. Understanding where hyper-independence comes from is the first step toward loosening its grip toward letting people in, little by little, without feeling like we’re giving up our strength.

And if you’re someone who has built a life around doing everything yourself, who sometimes pushes people away even when your heart wants connection, I see you. Truly. There are more of us out here than you realize.

Mud


Have you ever felt like your feet were stuck in mud? Metaphorically speaking obviously.

You are in limbo. You don’t know whether you are coming or going.

You are just sitting and waiting. Waiting and waiting.

My life has been on hold for 5 years. No actually since my divorce in 2006. Maybe even before that but I have such a bad memory I can’t remeber beyond 1993.

I felt like I was living in a pinball machine and I was the ball getting knocked from side to side just waiting to fall through the hole and be done with the game.

It’s been a rough ride down. It hurt going from one side to the other side and being smash by the metal prongs.

I just wanted to fall through the hole and lay my head down and rest.

I am almost to the bottom but my body is sore. My brain is over being jolted. There are too many thoughts being thrown around. I’m over it.

I’m tired.

But, it’s almost over.

You have to believe and never give up.

This isn’t what I imagined


This isn’t what I imagined at this stage of my life. I’m not saying I’m unhappy with my current non-relationship status (which is single) but I guess growing up Catholic and being surrounded by friends who traditionally got married at a young age, like myself, that life was going to play out that you’d be married forever and grow old together no matter what and that was. it.

Well, it didn’t end up that way. It very well could but who knows. Right now it’s slim to none and slim just left the building lol.

Anyway, this is for all the single people out there who are feeling hopeless, frustrated, confused, and sometimes relieved. We are single. Trying to date. Dating going nowhere. Starting dating and it turned into a dead end. Then I think to myself, crap, would I really want to go back to the way it was? Hell no. Is there someone out there who I am compatible with? Who the freak knows.

It is what it is and in the mean time you have to do what makes you happy.

Sooooo lol I started camping with my sister and bro-in-law a few years ago. This year I decided to get my own site. I thought my kids were coming with me but they bailed. Yup. That’s a teenager for ya.

That’s okay though. I want to give it a go setting up my site by myself and see how it goes. My sister will only be one site over so if I do run into any issues I can give them a holler. If this works out like I am hoping it does, I’ll go solo next time.

We are heading to Bowman Lake again. Love it. Beautiful campsites. Not too crowded and not far from home. About an hour and a half.

Oh and I am brining Jet man.

A couple of points I am trying to make in post is that there is an ass for every seat. Don’t give up but don’t stop living your life in the process.

I set up the tent in my living room to give it a test run and it took me literally 3 minutes. It’s an Ozark Trail Instant Cabin 6 person tent. It says that it takes 60 seconds to set up but being I am brand spanking new at this it took me 3 minutes which isn’t terrible. Packing it up, not so much. Ha. Good thing I wasn’t having a cocktail or it probably would have been on fire.

Jet Man.