I’ve been joking with my friends and family that January 1, 2011 marked the first day of my retirement.
In a way, it’s true. As you may remember, I left my real bread-and-butter job back in October for a 10-week volunteer position that ended this past week. So as of January 1, at long last, I’m finally my own boss. My calendar now reminds me of a canvas on which I’m about to paint. What I will create with the next twelve months is limited only by my imagination – and my desire to spend time with the people that I love.
It feels like the first week of summer vacation back when I was in elementary school. I’m enthusiastic, energized and free – that’s the only way I can describe it.
I share this because I realized something extraordinary: This freedom was always here. Each of us has it, but few of us live it. We are always our own bosses, even when others supervise us. We always have the freedom to choose from an infinite number of possibilities. I understand that choices have consequences, but the freedom to choose is always there. Always.
Though I didn’t realize it, I’ve been my own boss all along.