How was your weekend? I was out mowing, and getting some exercise and sunshine, so that was an awesome thing.
Let’s get to it.
Yes, that’s me. I’m holding a wooden sword–my brother and I played with these for hours when we were younger (that’s why there’s electrical tape everywhere on it, and why I didn’t hold both–couldn’t take a pic with my nose).
It’s just a toy, and doesn’t seem like much, right? But could it be more, put in another context?
If a gladiator from Ancient Rome got one of these (they called it a rudius)…
It meant he was out.
No more doing things for the excitement of the crowds.
He could start over, and start something new.
All because of the victories he got in the Colosseum.
What does freedom mean to you? Expression? Time to pursue a passion you’ve had, but don’t have time for right now? Being able to travel without worrying about how to keep your lights on?
I think of writing as just that kind of thing.
Freedom can be small, like writing a column or a blog just to put it out there.
Or freedom can be big, like being able to quit a job and leave the 9-5 behind.
Both are easy to say, hard to do, for sure.
But those goals will mean different things to different people.
Just like this wooden sword might.
Tomorrow’s the 4th of July. I set up a short post so I wouldn’t take up too much time.
Be sure to swing by.
Until next time,