It often amazes me how much we will argue for our own bondage instead of our freedom. I was in a call just the other day when a woman was saying that she knew we, the group we were in, was a place where we could show up and hold different opinions and still be respectful but this was different than the real world out there. As if we aren’t a part of the real world. How often our conditioning makes us believe that we aren't willing participants in these places in our lives.
Where are you still arguing for your own bondage? Where are you assuming that the bondage you feel is caused by something or someone else?
I wonder where in my life am I willing to take just as strong of a stance for my own freedom?
Quanita