Archive for 8. August 2009

Could this be freedom?


Packing for a flight brings up choices: Too dressy? Too casual? Should I take the blue to go with the white or the black to go with the red? And it can trigger mind chatter. What if I pick something that doesn’t fit the occasion? Will there be an item I wished I’d brought?

 

When I catch myself right in the throes of such thoughts, I STOP all action to refocus on what’s real. It doesn’t matter what I take or what I wear. In five years time I won’t remember and, frankly, no one else really cares!

 

What makes this even more interesting is that as I walked to my gate I saw a bearded man dressed in what looked like a toga with bare legs and sandals, and no luggage.

 

One outfit, no luggage – one definition of freedom.

 

 

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