These lyrics from Pippin made me think about myself and what that freedom means. For me, it would be free of dread. How can I move toward that?
I need to rethink the job situation. I was able to leave my job because my husband has a good job. I'm blessed. Work generated a great deal of dread in me as I got increasingly ill. My son was also diagnosed with autism, so my being home for appointments and such makes sense.
But I notice that dread can creep up anywhere. If I haven't kept up with laundry or dishes, I become stressed and want to avoid the task even more. Pushing through tasks as early as possible may help.
Reading makes me feel free. I need to take advantage of that and also try new genres or unusual books.
Scribbling and writing stories or poems lifts weight from me every time.
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