I have written about freedom several times now, and it’s fun to look back and re-read how I defined freedom on various occasions, along the timeline of my life.
I’m not surprised I like to write about freedom or that it evolves each time I come to it; I mean the word is tattooed on my arm. Apparently, on some level it is important to me.
There is no rush, there is only now. Tapping into patience.
I haven’t written in the past ten days. Writer’s block, stuck in a rut, loss of inspiration … you name it. I’ve come to terms with the fact that my writing usually happens when I write from a place of inspiration and peace, instead of fear and must.
In the past year, something has shifted within me. It is both confusing and wonderful. I cannot put my finger on exactly what is going on, but it seems to be happening in just the right way. One of my favorite quotes is by Arthur Rubinstein: “There are no formulas for living the life you secretly dream about, because if you simply accept and welcome life, it’ll reveal itself to you.”