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I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T

"She cook, she clean, never smell like onion rings."

(If you don't know the song, look it up on youtube. Independent by Webbie. Classic.)

Is it possible to be too independent? I believe that my independence/stubbornness is my nature. I have done what I want since the day I was born. Ask my parents, as an infant I decided when I went to bed. I did not sleep unless I wanted to since day 1.

I have been very proud of the fact that I am independent. It has gotten me places, and I hope that it continues to get me places.

I have also had events in my nurture that caused me to believe it was better to go at it alone, instead of trusting.

So I have both nature/nurture that have either taught me to be or enforced for me to be independent. What do I do with this independence when it at times brings frustration for both relationships here on Earth and the idea of dependence on (faith in) a being I can not see/touch or exert any sort of influence over?

Perhaps I can channel my independence. Give it appropriate avenues while attempting to build dependence into relationships.

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