Weightless

I am back in the land of the free, yet all I feel is an uneasy feeling of nonchalance. I travel, and I feel like I know the world. I feel like I can live and breathe to my own rhythm. It's existing at its finest.  

I recently shared my future plans of backpacking, and the feedback I received was positive from everyone except from the person I needed it most. It's always a battle, leaving us more distant than the previous encounter. 

I had a conversation this week which made me realize the transition I am experiencing with the people I once considered authority figures in my life. As I age, these people feel more like my peers, and every bit of advice I receive I filter in order to apply what is applicable to my specific needs. 

I don't want to live my life for anyone but myself. I know it sounds narcissistic, but for the first time I think that is the way it should be. I want to be weightless, but how can I be gravity's assailant with any baggage? Maybe the support I need has to come from a place within myself so I can float on.