This is what it means to be independent: You make your own decisions, you stand on your own feet, and pull yourself up when you fall down.You know how to motivate yourself.
You have always been this way, always been okay on your own. You have never been afraid to go solo and to trust yourself. And you are continually looking for ways to be even more self-sufficient, to carve your own life path, to do what you want.
You also love, love terribly, beautifully, fully. You love with a passion that’s sickening. A consuming, knotting, mess of emotion that interweaves you with another person. A love that twists your feelings, throws you upside-down, and makes you put your faith and fiercely-independent self in the hands of this other person.
There are two things you want—to live as single and to be loved—but you want them just as equally. You crave that sense of self, the ability to not depend on anyone else for the life you want. But when you love, you mesh your life with another person’s. Willingly. Happily! The path you have set for yourself becomes tangled with that person’s. And this both thrills and terrifies you.
Your world then becomes an inner battle. You quiet your stubborn mind and give into love. You find yourself into this person’s lap curling like a puppy, craving his touch, his kiss. Falling. You become the woman that confides in a man, the woman that leans on him when she’s feeling lost, the woman that thinks of this man equally, if not, before herself. This is beautiful. This is love.
But then you suddenly balk. You feel weak, dependent, breakable. You have become the woman that let a man in, who trusted him, who can easily be crushed by the same hands that touch her. So you swing to the other side. You pull away. You spend time alone, just recharging, remembering that sense of self. Letting go of things that make you dependent .
Neither side makes you fully happy. Neither side leaves you feeling complete. You cannot seem to find a balance because you crave both things so equally. And so you live in this dilemma—what you want and who you are, what you are becoming and yet so scared to be. You are an independent woman.
A woman with a strong heart and passionate soul. You cannot let go of that part of you, the part that decides for herself, finds strength in her ability to stand alone. Yet you cannot be afraid to love. You cannot be afraid to embrace that ridiculously emotional side of you, the side that blends your strength with your passion. The side that makes you whole.
You will walk through it, no matter what the situation. The strength you carry, the tears and words and the kisses you freely give symbolizes you. You are a strong woman, an emotional woman. You are a perfect mix of both.