Freedom is accepting my own eccentricities and particularities… Smiling because no one else needs to understand them, and maybe no one else ever will.
Freedom is enjoying the process of self-discovery… simply noticing, without judgment.
Freedom is excitement about the privilege to do difficult, accountable work.
Freedom is honesty without fear of change.
Freedom is learning to let myself take risks and experience joy… practicing in my dreams first before trying in waking life.
Freedom is ashtanga yoga before the sun comes up, vanilla bean ice cream with cocoa fudge long after the sun goes down, and mizuna mustard greens with fuji apples and lemon, any time of any day.
Freedom lies dormant in the fabric of minutes and moments… somehow always only a pause and a deep belly breath away.