Free to Be
Today I'm remembering this perfect day on the Baja peninsula last January. I'm so grateful for my freedom to be.
I remember myself 20 years ago, when I was still uncomfortable moving my body or speaking in public. I did it, mind you, but with a painfully heightened awareness of myself and of being watched. I couldn't truly drop into my own experience. Even playing my car stereo loudly made me feel like I was on stage before a panel of judges! I was hyper aware of myself - I was self-conscious. An interesting phrase, self-conscious. It feels small. Tight. Restrictive.