Who Holds the Key?
One of my favorite experiences of freedom is that profound instant when I recognize that I hold the key to my own prison doors. I have had this occurrence many times over the last few years as I inquire deeply about certain beliefs I hold or labels that I have identified with. Limiting beliefs and disempowering labels may serve their purpose but when their time is up, they become extremely suffocating and make me feel as though I am trapped behind steel bars. Luckily, I have some great tools for deep self-inquiry that allow me to remember that I am always at choice and the prison doors, like in this photo, are never holding me inside. In fact, what I usually discover is that the perceived containment is an illusion at best.
Smiling to be free.