Who says it’s best to eat three square meals,
Have dessert only once per day
Who says that I should aim for eight hours of sleep?
Sometimes my body says nine, says nap, says back to bed.
All sleep is not equal.
Who says I have to be on LinkedIn to find a job?
When I’d rather be looking people in the eyes,
When I’d do anything (clean the toilet, do the taxes) to avoid updating my profile.
Who says I can’t wear white after Labor Day?
No elbows on the table,
That I can’t hug someone I just met,
That my meditation only counts if it’s on a cushion at 5am?
Who says? The culture at large?
They plucked these rules randomly, sewed them together with fear.
And maybe I’m afraid.
Maybe I have no idea what I’m doing in this life.
But I’d rather be terrified and listening to myself
Than pouring concrete over my precious, wise voice,
Acquiescing to arbitrary instructions.
I will make my own rules.
I will be my own authority.
And I’ll be afraid, but afraid won’t stop me
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