momebie

It's Friday morning, and those of you with desk jobs know what that means. One more walk across the hot coals before the weekend! (Not colas, as I just typed. Though some book at Joann's the other day tried to convince me to drink warmed Dr. Pepper. Igh.) There are often a lot of paths to freedom. Not the big, all encompassing Freedom that Veteran's Day reminds us of, but the smaller, quiet freedoms that are the first steps in our voyage to becoming who we want to be. Trouble is, there are just as many versions of that freedom as there are people in the world, and sometimes it's hard to know if what we're heading towards is the right one. But there's good news, too. Even if you make it to the wrong one, there's no one saying you have to stay there. You may have to traipse back across the embers to find your path again, but it'll be worth it, right?