I have recently reflected on my lack of rebellion as a teenager. I never smoked or used drugs. I didn't speed or bother other people. I never got a tattoo or dyed my hair green. I wore conventional clothing and followed the rules. I was afraid to be naughty. I thought that I had to try to be perfect.
I continued that way through my young adulthood and into my marriage. I tried to be the perfect employee, the perfect wife. But, I wasn't. It was made clear to me that no matter how hard I tried I was not perfect and trying was not good enough. I didn't rebel from that judgement until I finally did. And now I am not married and no longer employed. Freedom!
I have recently bemoaned my lack of experimentation in my youth. I have thought about dying my hair green, but it might scare the grandchildren and I don't think I would really like it either. I don't want a tattoo or anything pierces besides my ears. But, I have looked for a walk on the wild side. I intend to buy a lottery ticket or two or six. Beyond that I can't really think of any wild experiments or chances to take.
But, I will say that this part of my life, this freedom from work and criticism is the best. This part of my life, this last part is the best part. I am having the time of my life.
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