Imagine you've been in jail for 25 years. Behind bars, you eagerly learned how to be successful, happy and free in the world outside. Everything you did was about the outside, the afterwards. In an ever suffocating present, you endured paralysis and depression and built yourself up again and again, holding on to your hope for a better future.
And now, you're being released. Would you feel like you've accomplished anything? Probably not. But words couldn't describe the relief and excitement. And that's how I feel right now. I've always lived with the unease of being under a dome: at school, at another school, at the army, at university, at another university. Now, for the first time, I'm not only free to move forward but also able to do so with consciousness and deliberation.
No university degree can ever make up for those troubled times. And yet, this is a turning point. I feel like a newborn just because those times are now a past life. This new life will accellerate everything and I'm ready for the ride. It's about time. Hell yeah! It's time to deeply reconnect with that child that was sent to school 25 years ago. Time to follow that curiosity, nourish that flow experience and celebrate that creativity.