On November 1st we left for a destination known only to my guide Becky. She has done this on several of my birthdays. I love it. As we live only 30 miles from the Virginia border, and as she told me to go north, it was revealed to me that the undisclosed destination was somewhere in that beautiful state.
This birthday was an important one as I was leaving behind my 55th year; the mid-decade milestones have never been very enjoyable for me. Even though I am happy to enter year 56, I do not regret any part of the year left behind. It was there and then that I committed to a new level of personal freedom. It was in that part of my journey where I found a golden vein of release.
A few weeks before this two night stay in the New River Valley, Becky and I spent a week at the beach to unwind her psyche from her own professional busy season. It was on that trip when the roots of my commitment to freedom reached the treasure of liberation.
What has begun I pray will never end. The roots of my freedom have found a reservoir of resolve to let go of the need to judge; the need to judge anyone or anything. My own, unique brand of freedom – in concert with my voice – is honoring the expiration date on limiting judgment.