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The feeling of freedom

3 Feb
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A lone kitesurfer. Free.

Deadlines don’t matter. Relationship issues can wait. Niggling, nagging thoughts mean nothing.

This is the feeling of freedom.

Fleeting freedom.

A slice of weightlessness. Abandon. Who-gives-a-fuck-edness.

That moment, that quick flicker of flight, flutter of ease.

That sudden soaring, sweeping, heart leaping love of the universe. And every soul that bounces through it.

I watched kitesurfers cruise on mighty surf, flying, flinging, higher, higher, their parachutes billowing as they danced at dusk.

Freedom.

These sole bodies bouncing and bounding and crashing and swooping. Without a care. Without fear. Without regard.

Let’s strip back. Let go. Loosen up. Soften our stance.  Love deeply. Lose gently.

Unwrap our souls. Set them free.

Let’s leap like kitesurfers.

Let’s be free.

Taking time to just be

30 May

Last week, I chucked in my job. My body was telling me to give it a break. My mind was craving a new challenge. And my spirit – my poor spirit – was silent, waiting to be granted the freedom to soar.

I’ve realised I’m not good at the 9 to 5 gig. I feel boxed in, like a little bird with clipped wings. And when I feel caged, I squirm and squawk until I finally undo the latch and give myself the permission to just float. To just be. And to trust that all will be well. My wings will grow. They’ll flap. I’ll find a new nest.

It’s now the middle of my first week as a ‘proper’ freelancer and, for the first time in a long time, I’m breathing. Not short, shallow, stressed breaths. But deep, nourishing, nurturing mouthfuls of air.

I’m still busy – incredibly so – with exciting new projects and many challenges. But it’s a busyness that I’ve created myself. I’ve chosen those clients, I’ve welcomed the work and I feel like I’m in an endless forest of opportunities, rather than a little wire cage.

For the first time in a long time, I actually feel in control of my life. And when I’m in control, I treat myself well.

I’m sitting still. I’m closing my eyes to meditate. I’m up early each day to cook a fresh brekkie. I’m slowly sipping tea. I’m listening to lovely tunes. I’m baking with wholesome ingredients. I’m not spending much money. I’m dreaming about India…

Of course, I should have lived this way while I was working for an employer. I’m sure many people don’t have to quit their job to feel the way that I am. But for me, freelancing fits.

I’m in a good place. Just letting things be.

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