DOING IT MY WAY (freedom/boundaries, part 1)

Frank Sinatra, right?

And now the end is here and so I face the final curtain, My friend, I’ll say it clear, I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain…….. I did it my way

How nice to be free, to be independent, and by the way it is nice to have one’s kids be independent also. Do you happen to know what they call Independence Day in England? Thanksgiving Day! Yes, one is really not independent until one’s offspring is independent.

Freedom sounds wonderful! But as one walks in freedom, he learns that freedom is somewhat of a myth. You see, a free nation only exists because its citizens set boundaries. And, of course, setting boundaries, is generally understood to be the opposite of freedom.

As it relates to philosophy of government, I am glad to live in a “free” nation. But as it relates to individuals, freedom is a mirage. It is not real. Looks good, but it cannot be reached. We must set our own boundaries or else someone else will set them for us. I think of a 6th grade school teacher who told me that I could do anything I wanted to do as long as I wanted to do right! My boundaries must be right and not just right for me, but my desires must not clash with yours, or you might put your fist in my face; my desires must not clash with my government, or I might land up in jail; my desires must clash with my conscience, or I might end up with ulcers.

I once backed into a car in a parking lot. I could have gone on, but I stopped and got out to check the damage. A guy in a pickup yelled, “Did you hit that car?” I said that I did. He said, “You better go report it.” Made me mad. I said, “What do you think I’m doing?” You see I wanted to set my own boundaries. I didn’t want him telling me what to do; I didn’t need him to do so. I wanted to be my own boss.

I’ll be back tomorrow with “the rest of the story.” Meanwhile do you accept what I have said so far?

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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4 Responses to DOING IT MY WAY (freedom/boundaries, part 1)

  1. Don’t you hate it when people yell at you to do what you’re already doing? *Sheesh!*🙄

  2. Faye says:

    Thank God for standards that are higher than what we may consider right. Interesting from the position of someone writing with a Sinatra perspective.

    • oneta hayes says:

      It is the currant rage – Be yourself, follow your own heart, etc. Life is full of pitfalls for those who cannot learn by the mistakes of others. Then they are more able to set their own boundaries.

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