Today’s the day folks in the U.S. celebrate our freedom from the tyranny of English rule. July 4, the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
I think a lot of us are uneasy with freedoms; we like to be told what to do, how and when to do it. We want to fit in, so having the freedom to decide on our own is unsettling. There are no lines to color inside.
Because we aren’t sure how to navigate our own freedoms, we’re sometimes super uneasy when we look at how other people navigate theirs. “She shouldn’t wear that; why do they have that in their shopping cart; he shouldn’t let his kid act that way.” It’s almost as though witnessing their freedom to do something (wear that, eat this, spend money on the other) calls into question how we are using our own freedom.
There is a guy who works at my local dry cleaner. He has a beard, is about 5’10”, and wears long yellow fingernails and sometimes a floral skirt. I’ll admit I was taken aback the first time I came in and saw him in a sparkly necklace and a blouse. He is using his freedom to wear what he wants in a way that is uncommon in our culture—he has blown the lines of the coloring book right off the page. Instead of feeling threatened by him, I can look at his choices as an invitation to rethink what freedom is in these United States.