Finding Freedom in the Present

In a past life, if I wanted to stay, I had to go. There was no time. I didn’t own it. “My” time belonged to many others. Sometimes it even belonged to things I “owned” that ended up owning me. 2 weeks max and weekends, only 118 days out of a 365 day year were mine. The rest, belonged to… corporate and consumer America at a pace so rushed I was often exhausted and am still recovering from burning the candle on both ends and walking the tight rope of attempting “living up to expectation perfection”. Not now. Now if I want to stay, I can. I do. I am. 2 + weeks at one beach and area just because it feels beautiful to do so? Hell yes. Because the goal was never to be able to go everywhere and see/do everything. It was finding places that made me want to stay and having the freedom to say yes to being present there as long as my heart desires 😌. Finally, I have time ⏰🤍 📸: @lillilz64