Most of us have a hard time taking up our freedom.
A fresh start, and we’re thrown into familiar habits and patterns. A cancelled commitment, quickly replaced with another. An opportunity to speak courageously from the heart, thwarted with platitudes or cliche. A moment of silence, crowded out by thoughts and plans. The chance to listen to another avoided by rehearsing what you want to say. The possibility of creating art dissipated by deflation or inner criticism.
In most instances when our freedom beckons we hug the cliff face, holding on more tightly to what we already know.
Because freedom makes us anxious. It opens up the possibility that we might surprise ourselves and others. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?