Two days before I left Canada and moved to Seattle, my mother died.
Boom….Stay
(steady)
Jeff
It’s too soon to have any profound insight. I’m still processing what her death means to me. (Our relationship, like most of us have who have parents, was complicated. )
It’s inspired me to ask myself a few questions about freedom.
What does it mean to me to be “free”? Freedom from debt, free to make a difference, free to love, free to reinvent, free to stay, free to go? None of these, some of these or all of these?
All I know for sure is that I have agency to decide what freedom means to me, not my partner, my boss, my culture, my company, my family, etc. Just me.
What’s messed up at work or in life that I can do something about? What if I looked at my difficulties and said “enough already”? What if I changed the way I showed up?
What should I stop, start or continue?
What’s holding me back from living the life I want? What am I afraid of? What’s the worst possible thing that could happen if I stepped up to the challenge, stepped into it or stepped out of it?
What if I tried and learned; “Is that it”?
So, my friends…what about you?
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