Freedom and Joy


I’m sitting in the garage of the shop, listening to the pouring rain. The leaky roof drips water into several buckets on the floor. There’s the scent of vanilla incense.

Soon, I’ll be sleepy again, but for now I’ll have coffee and write. I feel more free, although I know I’m already free. Free to be who I am, and do what I want (at least, I want to believe that).

This feeling of freedom and joy is what I truly want. It’s always with me when I quietly look inside. I’m ready and willing to allow myself to be happy.



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