What a feeling!! Such a sense of freedom when I don’t feel like I have to apologize for being who I am!!
I mean, where does the idea that we need to apologize for being who we are… liking what we like… doing what we want to do.. where does that come from? I mean, think about it? I like the color purple. Let’s say you don’t… Ok… why would I apologize for that? Even if the color purple makes you really uncomfortable or you think its bad in some way, why would I apologize for liking it? That just doesn’t make any sense.
Yet we do this all the time. We may not verbalize it, but we walk around feeling bad about ourselves for liking the color purple when no one else around us likes it.
I don’t want to venture into political territory here, that isn’t what this is about. I don’t want to debate when we get to tell other people they are wrong or not. There are laws for that and people live their lives working to make laws about those things. No, this is about the freedom to be able to like the things I like, to do the things I want to do, to express myself in a way that feels true to me. And you know… when I do that… the only thing that exists at that point is love, a love that is so pure and bright that it outshines any other feeling or thought!