This morning the sun pierced through my window. The white plastic blinds I have do nothing to block out the bright light.
I find freedom in the morning - space to think, dream, breathe, be quiet. I don't have to talk, perform or fill any shoes. I don't have to look a certain way or complete a certain task from the to-do-list. I can just be. I can be whatever I want to be - sleepy, tired, scared, wishing, confused, disheveled, dreaming: me. No pressure. Whoever I am, in that moment.
This morning I lit my new mango candle, put on my favorite tunes and danced. around. my. room. in. my. underwear. No fear. No embarrassment. No inhibition. Only that piercing-morning-light could see, and that light, that light never judges.