When I was younger, I naturally carried a sense of freedom with me. I was relatively carefree, allowing the beauty of the moment to infuse my being.
Like Mama Duck’s offspring, I felt taken care of, protected and almost invincible. But as the years of recommendations and beliefs of mostly well-meaning people, religious organizations and society, I replaced that feeling of freedom with caution, doubt and desire to ‘fit in’ to those norms. I squelched my own feelings. I buried them so I would not upset others.
Today I recognize how important that feeling of freedom is…the freedom of thought, of creativity, of enjoyment. Today I am beginning to feel enjoyment. I’ve let go of the fears of being misunderstood and accepted by everyone and everything. I’m allowing myself to be who I am instead of who others think I am or expect me to be. To me, that’s the best way to feel freedom.
How do you feel freedom?
