pocket full of kash

now listening: The Great Divide (from Secret of the Wings ) by McClain Sisters (best movie OST of all time, actually)      I’ve made many choices. I chose to banish myself from my sister’s room by bothering her during her finals. I chose to wake up precisely twelve minutes before I left for school so I could maximize my sleep (and make it boldly visible with my bedhead, too). I chose to quit karate lessons at the ripe of age of four because I was the only girl in the class.    Would I say, then, that I have autonomy over my decisions? That is, living up to the Greek roots of “auto” (self) and “nomos” (rule), making decisions according to my own values and reason?    Frankly, I’m not entirely sure. I’ve always viewed autonomy as something earned until now. I supposed once I reached the magical state of being “old enough,” I would have the privilege of doing what I wanted to do without external influence. And to an extent, that stands true: the most obvi...