Autonomy
I’ve achieved a small victory. I am being permitted to stay home by myself tomorrow while My Better Half is off doing something, somewhere with a friend. That’s all the information I have other than that she is leaving at 8am tomorrow and will be gone for about 10 hours. Apparently, I’m not to be trusted without a keeper near at hand. There are things I am to do and things I am not to do. The list isn’t long but the inference is depressing.
Everyone’s existence is fragile and lightning can strike at any time. In my case I may be standing under a tall tree in a thunderstorm. But I still would like to believe that foolish decisions, as well as wise ones, are mine to make. When you surrender autonomy you surrender the last vestige of “Self”.
I’m not ready for that just yet.