I just want to be me!
These are words I’ve said many, many times.
It’s tricky, the internal seesaw I ride between a desire to respectfully follow rules and a spirit highly motivated by freedom. For two decades I believed I had vast amounts of autonomy, but a few years ago some walls got kicked down and I’m gratefully overwhelmed by the expanse of freedom I’m now swimming in.
August is the month where I turn another year older and my good friend asked...