I recently questioned what that really means–to me anyway. If I searched for a definition on the internet I’m sure it’d have one or if I asked another woman she’d tell me what it means. The basic definition I get is that an independent woman has a job and can provide for herself. This came up because I’m quitting my job and of course you’re always asked if you have something else lined up. I don’t because my boyfriend has told me that I don’t have to work, his job pays well and will only pay more the next two years as he continues to work. I’ve gone back and forth with whether or not to get a new job. No job gives me the freedom to write almost whenever I want, but does not having a job mean I’m no longer independent? I don’t think so. If we’re in a good place and it’s not essential for me to work, I’m okay with losing this labeled form of independence. I’d rather not be dependent on a job that’s lowering my mental health or causing me to fight off the feeling of a panic attack nearly every week.
But that doesn’t mean that if an opportunity for a good job does come up I won’t be open to it. For now I’m happy (though still trying to mentally adjust) with being home. I don’t mind being around most people and enjoy their company but I’m definitely a homebody. My perspective from when I was younger has changed as well. I’m okay with just being a housewife and I’ve started learning how to cook. Keeping a house clean I’m very familiar with since I’ve been doing that since I was a teen.
Maybe I can finally get some marketing done for my book and get the homepage for my website finished. I have peeked into the backroom where I worked and it has been somewhat satisfying to see it was a mess. It’s been three weeks since my last day. Even though I believe I was an essential part of that backroom, eventually it’ll be like I was never there.
I hope to be more active in posting and such, but I tend to live a pretty uneventful life so like everything, I guess it depends.
Mikaela Nicole 