So on Wednesday I met with my mentor at my orientation for Empire State College, and we talked about a lot of things, including my future as a student. But we also strayed to the subject of my name, Francesca Cacace, and what it means. I already knew that Francesca means free, but she was very interested to know what Cacace meant. We looked it up, and it turns out it means wicked. “Wicked and free” she repeated over and over, “wicked and free.” And that stuck in my head.
Like hell yeah, I am wicked and free. This year has already been so much better than the previous two. I’ve made more, loved more, been happier more. And I haven’t been constantly aware of the passage of time, as I was in the past. This year has, for the first time in a long time, truly flown by. But for the rest of this year, and hopefully the foreseeable future as well, I want to stay in that mindset of being wicked and free. I want to be free— free of fear, free of self-inflicted pain and doubts, free of things holding me back. Free to do what I want and be who I want. And I want to be wicked. By that I mean, not so cautious. Not so hesitant. Not so…meek. I want to be wicked, I want to be free, I want to feel alive and happy and like I’m having so much fun my excitement borders on anxiety. So this is a message to you all. From here on out, I’m going to be wicked and free.
Who will you be?