We all want freedom in our lives. We want the freedom to grow, experiment creatively, and design nimble and flexible lives. We want the freedom to do the work that’s in our hearts and get paid for our gifts, not just our ability to punch a clock. We want the freedom to explore, play, fall flat on our faces, and do it all over again.
All we need in order to create this magic is for someone to give us permission. So, we wait for a savior to unchain us from our desks and grant approval of our freedom. We wait for some defining moment in the future, but only when circumstances are conducive, of course. “After I make a few dollars, lose a few pounds, pay off my debt . . . then you’ll see!” But circumstances are never kind, and permission never comes.
No one gives you freedom. It is not earned or doled out over time. You take it, through bold and brave moves. Freedom is a leap. It’s taking the jump and believing that you’ll land safely, or at least won’t die. It’s the reward for putting faith in yourself and your voice. There’s no warden or shining knight; the only person qualified to give you your freedom is you.
