My second personal quest was on defining what freedom looks like to me. I’ve been told freedom is discipline, is having choices, is taking Seneca level responsibility of life, is horizontal yabba yabba. While none of it is untrue, I felt like there’s something more for myself to understand. After a lot of running away (metaphorically and for real) in search of understanding what freedom looks like to me, I still felt constricted in my being. But, you know, God does grace and so the answer was revealed to me as a visual representation of me levitating above my own body with no conditions on myself. No strings, no conditions, no if or when. I am free just as I am. To be accepted and to love. So to be free, is to be accepted by myself in all that I am (or am not) today. 🌷