What is a “Free Spirit”?

I think it’s sad that when you try to explain to someone that you are a “free spirit”, they automatically think “Okay, so you’re a hippie slut.” For example, one of the definitions on Urban Dictionary for free spirit is actually “Slutty; in a 70s way.”
Can someone please explain to me what the hell that even means?

To be a free spirit is not to be a slut. I cannot stress this enough.
I was talking to one of my ex-boyfriends one day, just trying to explain my mindset to him, and I finally got frustrated and just said “I don’t know. I’m young and I’m dumb sometimes. I’m just a free spirit.” His automatic response was to say that I am a whore, which is completely untrue.
So, what exactly is a “free spirit” if it’s not an easy hippie? A free spirit is someone who is able to think for themselves. A free spirit is someone who doesn’t automatically do things the way that society thinks that they should be done. Basically, a free spirit truly is a nonconformist.

My mind works so much different than most people that I know. I’m the type of person who loves relentlessly, and does everything that she can to be self aware in every aspect. I live my life for myself, yet not in a selfish way at all. I live my life trying to grow as a person and understand those around me. I try very hard to be empathetic and understand people and their emotions, the way that they handle situations.
Recently, I’ve went through the hardest breakup I’ve ever been through. In the beginning stages of moving on, I genuinely believed that there was no hope whatsoever. I believed that I was going to die if I didn’t have him back. One day, though, I decided that it was time to completely change my mindset, and it’s the best thing that I’ve ever done. Instead of searching for the negative day in and day out, I decided to really change my perspective and look at the positive things that are coming from moving on with my life without a man in my life.
This is when I truly started to see beauty in everything around me. I started to see the good things in life, the things that I could hold into to shape me into a beautiful soul. Instead of looking at our breakup in the “How will I survive without him” way, I changed my thinking to “If we wouldn’t have broken up, I never would have done what I needed to do in order to fight off my demons.” The entire situation with my ex made me realize that I wasn’t as happy as I thought I was within our relationship. I thought that he was the love of my life, but I realized that I’m not ready to meet the love of my life yet.

I’ve learned that it’s okay to be young and dumb. It’s okay to make bad decisions occasionally. It’s what helps you grow into yourself. It’s what helps you decide the type of person that you’re going to be.
I’m living my life freely. I’m not planning anything out anymore. I’m getting to know new people and getting to know myself for who I truly am and what my heart truly wants. I’m not listening to the people around me who are saying: “You will never be successful unless you go to school. You don’t have the money to move away and make it on your own. You will never be able to [insert whatever it is here] unless you go to college first.” blah. blah. blah.
None of those things are true. I just don’t live my life as a robot. I live my life for myself. I do what makes me happy in the moment, and honestly, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. I promise you that if you live your life with spontaneity and do what makes you happy and not worry about anything or anyone has to say except you, then you will experience life for everything that it is.
I’m so much more appreciative of everything and everyone around me. I am learning to be empathetic. I’m learning to see beauty in the darkness. I’m learning that being an optimist truly changes your mood. The way that you think truly matters when you are searching for the right road to take. I’m learning to be free, I’m learning to be me.

Searching for the Answer.

Finding meaning in life is truly difficult. Especially when you have absolutely no idea where to begin. That’s the problem that I am currently facing. There are many life decisions that are just too difficult to make. Deciding whether or not to go to college, and then if you decide to do it then comes the decision as to what classes you are going to take. If you decide not to go to college, you have to find a job that you don’t utterly despise. Finding meaning in your life once you decide not to go to college however, is definitely where I am stuck.

I went to school for a while in Kansas City when I first graduated. I loved it for a while, and then I realized that I needed a change as I began to fall into a pretty deep depression. My homesickness started to grow pretty big, and I finally decided that I couldn’t handle to be 13.5 hours away from my friends and family. I packed up all my stuff into the car, came home, quickly found a job that I hated and started to look for another one. Finally, I found a job at a local coffee house that I loved. I worked there for a little over a year before being terminated for insanely unfair reasons. I have never felt so wronged in my life. My breaks went to the floor one day on my way to work, and I couldn’t make it. I called to let them know, and before I even hung up the phone they told me that I would no longer be on the schedule.
Losing that job was a slap in the face. It truly was. I couldn’t even begin to look for something new, because I was so depressed about losing the one job that I liked and made some pretty good money. It was hard to believe that working at a family owned restaurant I made $9.50 an hour plus tips. I enjoyed working there, minus the little petty drama, but I feel like you find that in every work place.

After I picked myself up again, I found a job at a detox and crisis center as a behavioral health technician. I’m currently still working here, and make $9.93 an hour, but that is still less than I made at the coffee shop once you factor in tips. This winter has hit me hard financially, and the job itself is beginning to take it’s toll on me. The position I have is a night shift, and honestly, I didn’t think that it would be this difficult. The main problem is simply that I find it hard to have any social interaction at all. When I am awake, everyone else is a sleep and vice versa. It’s began to take it’s toll on my relationship. Michael and I find it difficult to even spend time together. Occasionally I will go and wake him up in the morning, but then I have to get home shortly after that to go take care of my dogs after they have been home alone for over 13 hours. All I do on my days off is sleep, and I have the worst eating schedule on the planet.

Needless to say, this new job isn’t particularly the best thing for me. I don’t know how to juggle a life and work. Work basically defines me, and I absolutely hate that. I’m too young to be in a situation like this, but there really isn’t anything that I can do about it. So for now, I tough it out and work through the desire to quit, collect my paycheck, pay my bills, and barely have enough money left to have the little bit of a social life that I do have.

Basically, I truly believe that it’s time for a change, but I have no idea what that change looks like. I was hoping to be planning a wedding by now, but Michael and I aren’t really ready for all that yet. We are supposed to be building our house, too, but some things have gotten in the way of that as well. It’s coming, just very slowly. Then I think that maybe I should take some online classes. I could bring my computer to work with me and do my homework and such in my downtime there. But that raises the question on what I want to do. I’ve really put some thought into interior design. Once I would be married that would be the perfect job for me. I could work out of the house, so when I had kids I could be there for them all the time, which is really what I want in the long run anyway. However, the town we live in is so small, I really don’t know if my own interior design business would even be remotely successful.

All of these things are slowly piling up at my door, and I just don’t know if I have the strength to carry them in anymore. I’m growing weaker by the day, and that’s not what is supposed to happen. You’re supposed to grow as a person the older you get, not the opposite. But can you imagine when all of these things finally get sorted out? I’ll be unstoppable. I just pray that it will happen sooner rather than later, because this really isn’t much of a life. This is a stress-filled burden that is literally turning my hair grey at the age of 21. I guess it’s time to put on my big girl pants and push through until I see the light at the end of the tunnel. The only problem is that I’ve been walking for miles and I still don’t see it.

My Biggest Fear is Coming True.

I’m going to take a minute to be insanely hard on myself and try to explain to the world how messed up I really am. Maybe then someone could shed a little light on what is wrong with me. I know that sounds terrible, but I am at a complete loss here. So please, feel free to try to help me come to a conclusion, because this is the most stressful situation I’ve ever had to deal with.

I understand that relationships are hard. Having a relationship without compromise and maturity is damn near impossible, and maybe that’s what I’m lacking. Or maybe it’s something else.
Ever since I have started my relationship with my fiance I have become an emotionally unstable idiot. One day I’m totally in love with him and want to pursue our relationship and get married and start a family; the next I am literally questioning if I want to be in a relationship with him at all. This basically started shortly after we were engaged. I would start to twist the way I viewed him in my head. I would suddenly think that he was the worst person in the world. I would get it in my head that he was totally wrong for me, just from a simple fight. Because of the way I would just change it began to affect the way that I treated him, ultimately worsening our arguments, making them 10x more intense than they were, which would eventually lead to me freaking out even more and leaving him.

After this would happen, two weeks to a month later I would realize what was going on, almost like I had been absent from my body, and call him apologizing for everything that I had said and done to him within the past few weeks.

This has happened to us twice now in the matter of a year, and for some reason, I’m starting to see the process start over again.

I do realize how stupid this entire blog post must sound, but I really don’t understand what is happening to me. I’m also scared that this “cycle” is a way of my conscience telling me that our relationship isn’t right and isn’t supposed to work out, but that just doesn’t seem to make sense. I love my fiance. I always have, and I know that I always will whether we work out or we don’t. All I want is to make him happy. I want to be the person that I promised him I would be. I want to be by his side through everything he may experience in life. I want to be the person he comes home to every night after work. I want to continue to build our relationship into this unbreakable bond that we should already have, but for some reason I just keep putting a stop to it. I want to walk down the isle and see him standing at the end waiting for me. I want to be the mother of his children. So someone please effin’ explain to me why all off a sudden some days I just wake up and say “Nope. Nvm. Sorry ’bout your luck, babe. I’m just not feeling this anymore.” It’s absolutely insane.

I just don’t want to put him through this anymore, nor does he want to deal with it anymore, and I must say that I cannot blame him for that. Who in their right mind would want to put up with the person that they love constantly changing their mind about their future with them? But once again it brings up the question… why am I doing this? If I truly loved him why would I continue to hurt him over and over again? Part of me wants to let him go just because I fear so deeply that I won’t get over whatever this is anytime soon, but then I realize if I would do that, I would never get another shot. Whether I was truly ready then or not. This is it. This is the last go round. My last shot, and I am just a few short steps away from completely ruining it for good.

I’m just beginning to believe that my fear of commitment and my fear of never being truly happy is taking over my mind. I apologize if I am boring anyone with this nonsense, but I am at a stand still in my life, and would love any advice that anyone would have to give me.

Growing Up is Hard to do.

I was babysitting my 4-year-old niece last Saturday night for my sister and her fiance while they went out to eat with their friends to celebrate someone’s 50th birthday. When I first got to their house my niece was excited to spend time with me, and her little mouth was running 1,000 miles per second. “Hey Savannah, I have Frozen karaoke that we can sing. We can sit here and play with princesses, we can watch Frozen, and sing together, and pet the bunny, and play in the playhouse…” and so on and so forth until her mommy and daddy finally made it out the door.

3 karaoke songs and some intense bunny rabbit cuddling later, we found ourselves cuddled up on the chair watching TV and talking. She asked me when her mommy and daddy would be home and I told her that it wouldn’t be too much longer before they were there. She then asked me if she would be able to live with them forever. I just smiled at her and tried to explain to her that one day she would be a big grown up, and she wouldn’t want to live with them. She looked puzzled for a minute until she finally looked up at me and said “I don’t want to grow up, Savannah.”

Shortly after that, we both fell asleep in the chair until her parents got home.

I’ve never thought that something a 4-year-old could say to me would ever hit me so hard. At that age, we are so dependent on our families. We know nothing else. All we know is that when we need something, mommy and daddy are there for you and they will do whatever it takes to make us smile and be content. Then, as you get older, the resentment comes. You’re suddenly a 12-year-old girl and everything your parents do instantly becomes repulsive and embarrassing. You dream of being an adult and living by yourself and having a husband of your own. You even play house with your friends and pretend that you’re a mommy and you have a job and a car. At that age, being an adult is so glamorous, and it’s all that you are waiting for.

Finally one day, it’s your high school graduation. That joyous day when you walk across that stage to shake your principle’s hand and realize that you will never have to set foot in another school again unless you really wanted to. You are surrounded by your graduating class one last time, and you don’t really realize that you will never see 90% of the faces you’ve seen every day for the last 4 years ever again. For me, that wasn’t so bad of a realization. I was never the most social person in the world, and the people that were close to me were the only ones that I wanted/needed. You all get your diplomas and you throw your ugly graduation hats up in the air, and then you walk out of the ceremony, say your final goodbyes to everyone, snap a few pictures, go home, and then you’re suddenly the adult that you have wanted to be for so long.

The following summer for me was a stressful one. I had a few short months to pack everything I owned into boxes and prepare myself to move halfway across the country to go to a school that I wasn’t particularly ready to be a part of. Which is why I didn’t even make it through a full year there before I came home to my parents, moved back in with them, got a job, and saved up for an apartment in my hometown.

In the process of saving for my apartment and finally moving in, a started a relationship with my high school crush. We met my freshman year and from the day that I saw his face, I knew that there was something special about him. However, our relationship has been anything but easy. Being a military girlfriend is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, not to mention the fact that I constantly question whether or not I am ready for what we have, which leads to many problems. To me, that doesn’t mean that I don’t love him, it just shows that I’m not as mature as I thought I was. I’m not the adult that I thought I was.

Growing up and becoming an adult is the hardest thing that anyone will face. All of those years and all of that yearning to get out of your parents house finally catches up to you to the point where you want nothing more than to be that 4-year-old little girl saying she never wants to leave her parents house. Wanting to be a little kid again where the only thing you have to worry about is the fact that your mom made you a grilled cheese instead of a peanut butter and jelly. Being so young and innocent and still believing that if you’re a good girl or boy Santa Claus will come to your house on Christmas Eve and eat the homemade cookies you left out for him and leave you absolutely everything you asked for when you got to meet him at the shopping mall.

Life is a never-ending cycle and it’s most certainly not a simple one. I guess what I’m saying is, my name is Savannah, and I want to be a little kid again.