23 and free!

This title popped into my head about an hour ago while I was riding the subway home from work, half-passed out on the guy next to me, cradling my purse and under-sized winter coat in my arms. 23 and Free! I'm 23 weeks preggies tomorrow. I have a memory like a sieve and am over half-way to birthing this kicking little miracle. 23 and Free. Apart from the fact that it rhymes what really does this mean? 23 and Free. I'm definitely not free of worry. I'm sure as hell not free of grey hair. And free-spirited? I might be losing that temporarily too. Notice how I say temporarily. 23 and Free. I'm not free of responsibility. I have a husband and a dog and a mortgage and a career and a soon-to-be newborn all vying for my attention. Nope, couldn't be that. 23 and Free. Is it possibly in the literal sense? Could I be subconsciously juxtaposing my current state to that of nearly 10 years ago when I WAS 23 and Free? "Free...to do what I want...Any old ti-ime." Perhaps. I mean you can't blame a gal for stepping back and taking a candid look at her life's progressions can you? 23 and Free. Hmm....maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and know what I meant.

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Nope. Still not sure what I meant. Pretty sure it's a little bit of all of the above.