Personal Reflection
Freedom sounds good until it asks something from you.
Until it means leaving what’s familiar.
Until it means standing alone.
Then it doesn’t feel easy anymore.
There’s safety in staying where you are.
Even when you know you’ve outgrown it.
You tell yourself later.
You tell yourself soon.
Later turns into years.
Daring to be free means accepting uncertainty.
You might fail.
You might lose something.
But the alternative is quieter.
Living a life that never quite feels like yours.
Freedom doesn’t begin when the world gives permission.
It begins when you stop waiting for it.
Reflective Prompt
Where have you chosen comfort over freedom?
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I hate to say it, but my first marriage. I did more damage to those I loved by staying too long, and by the time I did, I destroyed my children in the aftermath. I won’t do comfort ever again… hugs
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Certainly in past relationships I chose the comfort over freedom.
On the way to my 39 year marriage, I chose freedom over comfort when I moved across the country leaving family and friends to live with the man I would marry.
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