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31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 31} On to Freedom

I can't quite believe we've arrived at Day 31 of Finding Freedom. I also can't believe that I've had so much to say about it. When I began this series, I had huge doubts that I would be able to fill up the space of 31 days with enough words. But the words have arrived right when I needed them, and not a moment before. It's blessed me to write about this freedom journey. I hope that you've been blessed too. I don't know where you are on the road to finding freedom, but I hope that I've come beside you and met you somewhere along the way.

Yesterday, I ran the Lucerne Half Marathon. While I ran, in an effort to keep my mind off of my burning thighs, I was thinking about this post, our last. There were a number of spectators out along the sidelines cheering for the runners, clanging cow bells, and raising signs. Many chanted 'Hopp, Hopp' which to my American ears sounded a lot like 'Hope, Hope'. It was exactly what one needs to hear when everything inside is yelling 'Stop, Stop'.

At one point in the race, the street path diverted into a mile long tunnel. We entered it to the low, soulful sound of alphorns playing. It was dimly lit, and every 100 meters or so, there would be a lone spectator shouting 'Hopp, Hopp, Hopp'. As I ran, the sound of the alphorns and the shout of Hope reverberated and echoed throughout the tunnel. And it reminded me that regardless of where we are in our journey to freedom, there is a symphony of hope that surrounds us. It becomes especially clear in the dimly lit places where the light at the end might be miles out. But we know it's there.

Tune in to the sound of hope. It will see you through the dark places, the ones that burn and ache from your efforts. Train your ears to hear hope when everything inside you wants to give up.

We exited the tunnel to sun and a gust of fresh air. All I heard was the slap of my feet on the pavement, calling me forward, to freedom.

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 30} Just a taste

Today, my husband and I both left the house before 7am. He traveled to the airport for another transcontinental flight. I traveled an hour from home to run a race which felt like it lasted an eternity. In truth, it was less than two hours. It was all the other nonsense that stretched the day to a point where I thought it might possibly contain more than 24 hours. Things like missing one of the three trains I had to take home or the uphill walk to our house after the thirteen miles, a standing room only ferry ride, and the three trains. Or maybe it was the drive to the baby-sitter's, the cold shower, and the three kids waiting expectantly to attend Trick or Treat festivities.

I'm not sure what the kids ate for dinner, and I'm fairly certain they all need to take a shower. My house is a mess, the dog smells funny, and you probably deserve a better blog post than this. But I'm playing it fast and loose with freedom today. I am choosing to be less than perfect, and I'm allowing everything and everyone else around me to be less than perfect too. It might smell a bit funny, but it tastes a lot like freedom which tonight, tastes suspiciously like the brownie and three pieces of Halloween candy I ate before dinner.

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 29} A very good place to start

'The discipline of writing something down is the first step toward making it happen.'

~ Lee Iacocca

We are in the final days of this series, and I am thinking about you. I am wondering if at this point you might feel inspired to seek out freedom, but unsure of where to start. You are unique. Your beginning might be her middle or my ending, but we all have to start somewhere. I suggested earlier in the week that you might try freeing yourself from one obligation, just to see how freedom might feel when you slip it on. Might I make another suggestion?

Write it down.

Your words have power. They are the first step in the act of creation. Let them flow from your head and heart into your hands. Your hands will know what to do with them once they arrive.

Write down the truth. Write down the mundane and the silly and the unlikely. Write down where you want to be free, and how you think you'll get there. It doesn't have to look pretty or anything like perfect, it just has to be authentic. Your journey might start with something as simple as pencil and page.

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 28} Give it away

I've put a lot of emphasis in this series on finding freedom in the people who speak truth into your life, or through the act of creating, or in the activities you pursue. I think they're important to the journey, which is why I've devoted nearly 31 days to talking about them. But after 28 days, 28 months or 28 years of seeking freedom, there is the danger of the seeking becoming near sighted and self serving. Personal freedom is great, but what do you do with it when you've finally wrestled it to the ground and declared it a victory?

My answer to that question is this: find a place to serve. Become far sighted. Think bigger than your own free self. Serving doesn't make you smaller, it enlarges your capacity to love. It doesn't place you beneath or behind, it places you right in the middle of someone else's need. Find that need and meet it.

Start small.

Make your husband that sandwich for lunch. Maybe he needs the freedom to spend quality time on the sofa.

Tell a friend what she means to you. Freely express your love, care and commitment to her. It might be exactly what she needs to hear.

Bring home your neighbors kids for the afternoon. She needs an hour off as much as you do.

Think big.

Are you financially free? Give generously. There are others in bondage to poverty, the likes of which you'll never know.

Pay it forward. I love what charity:water is doing here. Set one, two or two hundred people free from water borne disease and death.

No money, but lots of time? Volunteer your skills, your heart, yourself. You are the greatest thing you have to offer.

Think bigger.

Pray. More can be accomplished by spending time on your knees, then will ever be accomplished by standing on your own fallible feet.

Practice freedom by giving it away.

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 27} Words

As an avid reader, it stands to reason that I would also be a lover of words and the crafting and creativity that surround them. I've always dabbled a bit in writing, but as with many things in my life, there was no freedom there. I was afraid of where the words may go once they were released. Words tend to take on a life of their own once they are set free to fly.

I'm not a talker. I'd rather listen, unless it's to whining. I'm allergic to whining. Because I'm quiet, and not terribly articulate (I blame it on too many conversations with people under 10), people assume I don't have much to say. But on the inside, I am poetry. I am prose. I am a story, written before I ever left the womb.

The words were buried deep beneath the thoughts, feeling and sympathies that first gave rise to them. I could feel them fluttering there, cocooned, waiting. They were waiting for permission, for courage, for affirmation. But when a thing is ready for freedom, when it can't be contained any longer and it wants to fly, well, sometimes you just need to set it free. I began to set the words free in journals, then in this sweet space, and now a few other places too. Mostly they look like ordinary white moths flickering around the porch light, but occasionally I'll find some that shimmer and glow, shot through with a splash of color.

It is good, oh so good, to set things free. What do you feel fluttering in your chest? What wants to take flight? It might not look pretty yet, but it will be free, and freedom holds a beauty all it's own.

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 26} On books and giving permission

I've talked often about my deep love for books. I like books more than I like most people or places or things. Books smell and sound like home to me, and all is right with the world when I can wrap myself up in words. I have a friend who reads a lot in the fantasy genre, and she does so because it's an escape, a place that feels different from her everyday life. I don't read for escape. I read because other people's stories, their fears, hurts and triumphs, free me to experience my own.

Stories bring me back or draw me forward. They compel me to think in a new way. I've always felt that the right books come to us at just the right time in our lives. At the moment, I'm reading Jane Eyre for a class assignment. Sweet serendipity. While my thoughts are swirling around ideas of freedom and liberty, into my life drops Jane. Her life follows a course set out for her by a spiteful aunt, abusive headmaster, and overbearing lover. And yet, she resists, she does not allow them to conquer her spirit. This is the glory of her story, and my story and yours too.

Life and people will change our course without our permission. They will construct boxes, or expectations, or circumstances that may require things of us that we don't want to give. They might infringe on our ideas of freedom, and sometimes, we need to be okay with that. Like Jane, our spirit and our will is our own. They can only have what we are willing to give them.

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 25} Your turn

These last few days I've been writing about some of the places in my life where I feel most free. I feel it in nature, through art, on a run, and in unexpected musical compositions. Tomorrow I'll talk a bit about the journey I've found myself on when words and story are involved. But today, I wanted to ask you where you find the most freedom? I've been doing most of the talking, and I welcome any suggestions on finding freedom. That is, unless it's something like freedom from the confines of a kitchen through hiring a personal chef or freedom to spend endless amounts of cash at Nordstrom's because you married a sugar daddy. In which case, I am free to delete them out of jealousy.

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 24} Music that makes me cry and a challenge

What if I were to tell you that you are already free? That every moment of every day you may choose to do it differently. You are free to worship, or not. Free to live fully, or not. Free to be you, or not. Do you see light where others see darkness? Do you hear worship where others hear noise? Do you find beauty in the ugly places?

Might I suggest that freedom lives in the place where all others say no, but where you say yes? Where others see a corruption of the classics, you might see rule bending, beat boxing art. Where others see temporal, you may see eternal.

Can I put out a challenge? This week, choose one thing in your life that you do for the sake of the rules, or for false expectations, or to please the voices in your head. Set yourself free from that thing for five days. Go ahead. Don't make the bed. Feed the kids breakfast food for dinner; it'll be our secret. Create art instead of cleaning house. Make love instead of to-do lists. Just this once, let the person who offended you off the hook.

And do let me know how you get on. Or not. The choice is yours.

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 23} Just Do It.

'We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.'

~William Faulkner

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 22} Fight or Flight or a little bit of both (a re-post)

I hope that this post will not only resonate with you runners out there, but with those of you who haven't explored the idea of finding freedom in the unexpected places. I was more surprised than anyone to discover that running is, for me, a new way of discovering what it feels like to be free. This is an updated post from last year, but running continues to be a physical space that breathes life into me.

I've been quietly and steadily increasing my running lately. I took a long hiatus with our move, and am just now starting to find my way back. A few years ago, when I had just begun running, I read a fantastic book called "What I talk about when I talk about running" by Haruki Murakami. In it Murakami explores his love of running and it's interconnectedness to the other aspects of his life, specifically his writing. At the time it resonated with me, but I didn't fully understand what he was getting at, the writing, the running, how it all fits.

The mind and the body each crave their own kind of freedom. My mind craves words. Words give flight because they are decision makers, heart breakers and everything in-between. But the body, it craves the freedom of a fight. When I run I fight every can't and won't and never will be. I face down doubt, and refuse pain. I keep running and pretty soon the words that don't give freedom give way the ones that do. Words like can and will and might someday be.

Three years, three marathons, and another training season nearly complete, I know what it is I talk about when I talk about running.

What physical limits are you placing on yourself? Sometimes when we find the key to freedom of the body, the mind willingly follows. Might you try something new and unexpected? What works for you?

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 21} Inspired

I am a little bit smitten with Andy Goldsworthy's art.

He breaks all the rules. His medium is limited to whatever he is able to find in nature, and it lasts only as long as the weather conditions allow.

Instead of being limited by external factors, he works within them to create a masterpiece. He inspires me to look at my own limitations in a new way.

Where are you bending the rules? What limitations are you using as a springboard for freedom and creativity?

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 20} On being locked in

It only took one experience camping with my family for me to realize that I'm not cut out for tent living. Every anticipated horror was realized when my children repeatedly brought me squirmy, slimy things, my husband disappeared on a hike, and when the boys locked one of their own in the porta potty. And when I say boys, I mean adults of the male persuasion. The worst of it was the three hours of broken sleep, interspersed with visions of black bears rocking our tent for that last bag of Doritos. It's not nature that's the problem. I love the great outdoors. But lack of sleep has never been my friend and neither have snakes or men who think it's funny to lock someone in a faux toilet.

Give me a long run in a cool wood, or a patch of grass next to a lake where the sun can warm me. But, please, please do not give me camping.

When I took up running, I started to spend a great deal more time outdoors. And you know what I discovered? I found freedom there. In part it was the running, but mostly it was the freedom of being without walls. The quiet wood and rolling hills break down the walls inside of me, and they create space for me to breathe. The beauty of the flaming red tree or moss covered trunk never cease to move me, to make me feel more alive to the mystery. In the blooms, next to the lake, beneath the boughs, I am connected to that mystery. Creation is mine to enjoy, and when surrounded by it, I feel moved to take part and free to create.

Nature may not be your thing. You might come alive at the bowling alley, or in the kitchen, or wiping backsides. Maybe you don't know where you feel most free. I don't personally recommend the wiping of backsides (you know my abbreviated history as a nurse), but take notice of the places where you feel most you, where you have space to breathe. You just might find freedom there.

I'd love to hear what your places and spaces are like. Do tell. Unless it's camping, in which case you're just going to make me look bad.

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 19} On Freedom and Flying

Yesterday, I wrote about the secret things: the unearthed dreams, the stifled hopes, the hidden possibilities that become buried under our own and other's perceptions.

Freedom makes room for your desires. It creates space for your dreams. I dream about finding art in the ordinary. What are your dreams? Are you making room for them to fly?

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 18} Art in the ordinary

Through the years, I’ve been described by various loved ones and friends as someone who ‘flies under the radar’, diligent, responsible, someone who steps back and ‘let’s other people shine’, studious, and even once, as ‘medium functioning’. There was no harm intended in these comments, some might even call them a compliment of sorts (not me, but someone). The effect was that I began to believe that those things were the sum of me. I felt bound to the label that someone else slapped on my chest.

So, I lived in my diligent responsibleness, believing that creativity and the pursuit of the arts is for those other people. You know, the mad ones. The larger than life geniuses. The ‘look who just entered the room’ girls. The ones who ‘shine’. They, they are the art makers and seekers and enjoyers. Me, I’m an ordinary girl, and we all know that there is no art in the ordinary.

I’m not sure where this idea was birthed or why I nurtured it for so long, but it felt like it should be true. But what feels like truth, and what is truth are two different things. The truth is, I am as free to create as the mad and the genius. The pursuit of beauty isn’t limited to those who are extraordinary. Beauty beats as real and as strong in my chest as it does in theirs.

I am not limited to, not the sum of, the words that are spoken over me. And neither are you. What parts of yourself have you kept hidden because they don’t fit into the mold that others have created for you? Are you an athlete trapped in a middle aged body? A motivational speaker inside an introvert? A creative living a harried mom’s life?

Take the things that remain hidden, the true things, the things you've buried behind the labels, and draw them out of hiding.

Find the art in your ordinary. Find your freedom.

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 17} Sweet land of liberty

The rumor floating around the expat community is that Americans have the most difficulty adjusting to life in Switzerland. I may or may not have started that rumor.

It's the rules, you see. Rules about rubbish and recycling, parking and noise. Little by little, liberty is siphoned away. Expectations are high that you will follow the rules. You will mow your little plot of land on a Saturday just like everyone else.

There isn't a lot of room for change or choice. This grates against everything we are taught as Americans, where personal freedom is the lens through which we view our lives. We with our pioneering spirit, and our can-do attitude, we are the square pegs in the round hole of Swiss life.

While I love living here, I have found that I love my sweet land of liberty more. No one dies for the sake of more rules. They die to be free from them. And I for one, couldn't be more grateful.

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 16} The tough talk

Over the past few days we've talked a bit about finding freedom in our relationships, whether with God, friends, or family. Today, I want to talk about one of the most important relationships in your life. The one that keeps you up all night worrying, the one that threatens your marriage, the one that, too often, determines your self worth.

I'm talking about your relationship with money.

It's complicated, I know. My financial situation doesn't look like yours, and yours doesn't look like your best friend's, and so on. I'm not going to tell you how to make or spend your money. I'll leave that to Dave Ramsey, however I want to encourage you to look at what role money plays in your life.

I'll be very candid here, my husband and I lived in bondage to our finances for many years. We married while I was still in college, and quickly accumulated a tremendous amount of debt. There was the wedding to pay for, the school loans, the setting up house money, the cars and a whole lot of youth and foolishness.

We made bad choices, and we felt entitled, and we were slaves. Slaves to our bank balance and our creditors. Years ago, we decided to get serious about our debt. And although I have an intense love/hate relationship with the aforementioned Dave Ramsey, I think he speaks real truth to people like me who desperately need to hear it. He is serious about seeing people set free.

We have been debt free for some time now, and although we haven't mastered the beast of budgeting, we are reversing the burden of being the borrower. Saving and spending wisely has brought me more freedom and peace than almost any other choice we've made. My mind is free from financial fear, and when my husband and I discuss our finances, it's with confidence not cringing.

Most importantly, money doesn't own me. I own it. Now that is freedom.

Do you struggle in your relationship with money and debt? Budget remains a dirty word in our house. How have you made it a safe one?

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 15} Release

A man once told me that after a Sunday service he had attended with his teenage son, he was approached by a fellow church member. This woman told the man that she had noticed his son during the service, and that the son had looked as if he was desperate to leave from the start. She suggested, in love of course, that the man needed to control his son's attitude and pray for his salvation.

We didn't last very long at that church.

Although the church and some of it's members weren't a good fit for us, hearing this father's response to the woman, affected me deeply. It touched on a hidden fear locked away in my heart. His response was this, 'My son comes to church because that's what we do as a family. He can come with whatever attitude he wants. He can choose to worship or not if he wants. I'm not responsible for his salvation.'

On hearing that, it was as if he had reached directly into me, pulled out the secret fear I harbored, and freed me from it. It is too heavy a burden to carry, this believing that my children's salvation is for me to work out through my own fear and trembling. This burden of taking up the cross of Christ and carrying it for my husband or child or friend is an offense. It places the emphasis on me and my actions. It assumes that the power of salvation is in my hands, rather than the hands of a God who sacrificed all to offer it.

Free will is a terrible and glorious thing. My children have the choice to receive God's gift or reject it. And so, I live a life that I hope points them to Christ. I pray and nurture the seeds of faith in their hearts. I let go of fear, embrace freedom, and trust that their feet will walk the path that leads to Truth.

Are you carrying the burden of someone else's salvation on your shoulders? Release it, and trust that Jesus has already carried it for you.

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 14} Both hard and holy

I have been planning all along to write this post on freedom in the context of marriage, and every time I sat down to begin, I found myself deleting as much as I wrote. After fifteen years of living with and loving the same man, I still do not feel qualified to do anything beyond share what I know from my own experience.

What I know is this: the smaller my world becomes, the more driven by rules and fear, the more enslaved I am, the harder I try to make my husband's world look exactly like mine. My husband wasn't made for smallness or rules. He lives large and free, and that can look and feel scary to a spouse who doesn't walk in the same kinds of freedom. I am learning to extend to him the freedom that I wish extended to me.

I have envied his ability to view life as one of infinite possibilities and surmountable challenges. He is comfortable in how he was created. He doesn't hold hands with fear, or embrace other's opinions as truth. And so I've had to learn by watching. By trying and failing. By fussing and fighting.

It's imperfect, this freedom journey, as is marriage. Learning to walk the path together has been a struggle, but as we have, my husband has become my cheerleader, my partner, my dream weaver. He'd probably say he's been my sugar daddy too. Learning to let go of fear and make life altering decisions doesn't always come cheap, especially when it involves an international move.

What I know is this: we both bring brokenness, but that brokenness allows for one to be strong where the other is weak. Marriage is a place where we can grow in grace, where we can hear and speak hard truths, fight fear, and chase freedom together.

What do you and your spouse chase together? Does it sometimes feel more hard than holy?

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 13} Shape not Break

Yesterday I talked about the earth shattering discovery that my introverted temperament was, in fact, not a character flaw. Call me a late bloomer, but I've since learned that a number of my personality 'issues' aren't actually issues at all. They are just the way that I'm woven together. I like the toilet seat down and all of the kitchen cabinet doors shut. I need to write in order to process my feelings. I have no physical coordination. I like watching fantasy films (Lord of the Rings anyone?). I do not have a competitive bone in my body. I hate board games, or as I like to call them 'bored' games.

As I began to find the freedom to know and love who I am, I began to feel a sense of fear that I would not be able to extend the same freedom to my children. I held very definite ideas about how I wanted them to behave, interact, excel. Remember that lovely little box I was living in? I wanted to make sure my children lived in lovely little boxes too, that is until I realized that no matter how hard I squished, pulled and prodded, they wouldn't fit. One likes to be busy all.the.time. One is emotionally high maintenance (where did that come from?) One is a pessimist. They are who they are, and while I can shape them, I don't want to break them. My children are not one size fits all, and neither are yours.

Have you found yourself raising an athlete when you wanted a scholar? A serious child when you wanted a silly one? A lover of mechanics instead of a lover of nature? Extend to them the hand of grace. They are still becoming, let them become who they are in a home where they can flourish in freedom not wither in weariness.

Do you struggle with letting your kids be themselves? What lovely little boxes have you kept them in?

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.

31 Days to Finding Freedom: {Day 12} Freedom Fits

My oldest and I were chatting about friends recently, when I tried to explain to her the difference between an introvert and an extrovert. Also known as the difference between me and her. Or, in her opinion, the difference between sad and fun.

I know she didn't mean to be hurtful, she simply could not understand why one would not choose to be surrounded by people all the time. I give her one marriage, three children, and twenty years before she begins to see the benefits of solitude.

It has taken many years and failed friendships for me to understand that being an introvert isn't a personality flaw. I will never be the girl who stands out in a crowd. I can count the number of my closest friends on one hand. My life would not make captivating reality TV. I can not talk your ear off.

But, I am kind. I will listen and not repeat. I will look at your mess and let you see some of mine too. And when I count you on those few fingers, I will call myself blessed.

You might be wondering where the finding freedom fits in. Freedom fits into that space that others call different or weird or sad. It fits exactly into the spot where your quirks hang out. Where others see flawed, you can see Freedom. Embrace it.

Where does freedom fit for you?

This post is part of a 31 day series. I promise to return to my regularly irregular and non-cohesive posting in November. For my first 31 day post click here, for more 31 Day topics (and there are a LOT!) click here.