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Day 4: Freedom



Today's Blogember entry is to write about Freedom.

Freedom is one of those words/emotions/concepts that has changed for me over the years.  As I evolved and developed, so has how I view Freedom.  Early on I thought of Freedom as rights that I have as a citizen, the right to choose and how lucky I am to live in a country where Freedom is afforded to me.

Fast forward to today.  Freedom to me still is resoundingly around my right to choose.  And those choices are how I see myself, how I choose to present myself to the world.  I have the freedom to make choices that resonate with my soul, and who I choose to be.

Freedom is not being attached to all those nay-sayers who come into a life.  With freedom from the dependency of other's approval comes independence and confidence.  The ability to lean in to the life I have been given, carrying the lessons I've learned and the joy that sustains me.

It is a purposeful life, one that encompasses freedom.  Today I will be free from the pressure of others expectations.  Today I will be free from the negative self-talk and remind myself of the choices I have.

Today I will celebrate my freedom.

Comments

  1. ahappygirlNovember 5, 2013 at 12:43 PM

    Oh I just LOVE this and your take on freedom. Thanks so much for linking up and for your support with this whole Blogember challenge.

    Happy Tuesday to you!
    xoxo.

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  2. Mary LongNovember 5, 2013 at 6:14 PM

    What a great looking out on life and how we grow within ourselves.

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