captain-s-mindfang:

Standing on the porch, in my bare feet, in the rain at 7 in the morning. Feeling the drops hitting my face as I close my eyes and look skyward. Smelling the salt in their air and feeling the cool breeze against my skin, the percussive sound of the gentle rain all around me.

Silly, gentle, selfish moments like these help me really feel like I own my own life, and I’m free. I lived so long, more than 25 years living with every detail of my life constantly dictated, questioned, nitpicked and challenged. To be able to just go outside of my own home, when *I* want to and not worry about being given the third degree about why, and called stupid for my wants and needs– being able to do that just makes me feel so free and peaceful.

And damn do I love the rain.

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