There was a time when I believed I was free. I was independent. I was unencumbered by the gridlock of family expectations or tradition. I could invent myself in any way I wished and no one would know any different. The problem with that level of freedom was that it was all sky and no earth. There was no one to prevent me from floating out into space. From being lost and forgotten. The only solution was tying a rope from my waist to someone’s wrist and begging them to hold on to me.
