Sep 08, 2009 19:37
Dearest mother,
I am sorry my plans for the weekend concern you. This is, by and large, why I haven't been telling you about trips I planned on taking until after I took them. Because you tell me discouraging things like you worry about how I can't handle it.
I am an adult. For better or ill, I am on my own, I am out here in the world, alone, doing what I have to do the best I know how. I've made what is probably a slightly irresponsible decision -- and you know what? It was my choice, and I'm just going to have to live with it no matter what happens from here. I've decided what my priorities are. I'm sure they're not the ones you expected them to be. But you know... funny thing, it was never about you.
I'm going to take my trip this weekend. Even if it means 6 hours of driving on Sunday night. I'm sure it's unfathomable to you why I'd want to do such a thing. I'm sure you can't possibly imagine how anybody could be worth such an expenditure of time and effort on my part. But you aren't stranded alone in a strange city, watching the world fall to ribbons around you, and finding there is only one thing you can do to make things better, even a little, even for a short time.
A king will make her choices. I will live my life as I see fit, and I will make choices and bear whatever consequences they create with dignity and courage. I do not think only of myself. If it was only my burden to bear, that would be one difficulty. But I bear upon my shoulders the weight of an entire world. The chance to set aside my crown for even one afternoon... you cannot understand the great meaning such a day has for me.
I will go, I will do. I will push the boundaries of my understanding, I will explore the depths of my capabilities, I will find my limitations, and test them. Small I am, perhaps, and young too, but in me is a heart as stern as steel, and I will neither bend, nor break.
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