Day 5: Forging My Own

A big part of growing up is figuring what I really believe, and what things I just believe because that's what my parents think. Obviously, my parents' beliefs have created a base for me, in my case, a strong base, but now I must decide what is mine.

I am a perfectionist who hates to break rules, even ones that I only imagine exist, and dislike doing something an authority figure might not like which would incriminate me in my mind. My brother has always been the one who is like, "Let's eat ice cream!" and I was like "No way, Mom wouldn't like that."

So now, I have to make my own decisions. What do I believe? What will I do?

I am an individual just like my parents and I get to make my own decisions. I can decide what movies to watch and what music to listen to. I'm glad that my parents taught me the way they did, because although I will do things different than them, I have a jumping-off place with which to compare.

I've had to realize, and still am, that grace covers a lot of things. There is wrong, but there's a whole lot of grey, and if someone says or does somethings different than me, it doesn't mean they're wrong. It also means that I can learn from them, and maybe even change some things, but not just to fit in with them.

So ultimately I thank my parents for teaching me the basics of life, and for giving me the ability and freedom to make my own way.