Not owning parts of me that felt uncomfortable and big. Not owning parts of me that didn't make sense.
Not owning parts of me that didn't fit in the rigid boxes I was so use to surviving in/dying in.
Freedom is uncomfortable. Let's be honest. Most of us choose more restricted spaces out of habit because stepping into spaces where you are the only boundary setter feels like hell.
Too many decisions.
So much overwhelm.
So much fear of choosing the wrong thing.
I've often forgotten that the magic in freedom isn't in the end result or the actual things/experience chosen, the magic is in our willingness to show up and play full out no matter where we are.
Tolook silly, to look off balance, to look like you don't have it all together but to be hungry with curiosity for what might be next. Freedom isn't limited to certain sets of experiences. More wealth. More connection. Hell not even more time.
Freedom is an opportunity to step outside of the predefined boxes you're so use to living in and abiding by. Freedom is....an invitation to let go of worrying about what comes next because you know no matter what there's always something delicious to look forward to with each breath.