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Moving Out of One Cage and Into Another
My neverending pursuit of freedom is exhausting me.
I had a plan. It was a long one. There was one goal in mind: to find as much freedom as I could in my life, in as many areas as possible, and run with it. Far. I put everything in place to make this happen. Now, I have no idea what I'm doing. This is fun.
Two months ago, I felt amazingly secure in everything I had lined up. I had given notice at my job. I put my house on the market. I signed my lease on my new apartment. I bought a pink couch. I was six months into growing out my grays and embracing it. I knew I wanted to start dating again.
I had spent decades feeling like I was living in a cage. I had never explored who I was. Never allowed myself the room to be the free spirit I knew was a huge part of me. With all my plans solidly in place, I threw open the door to my own cage.
And now, I feel frozen.
For the last six weeks, the door to my cage has been open and I feel like my life is a repeated practice of leaving one cage only to put myself right back in another.
If you’ve ever had to transport an animal you may be familiar with this process. It…
