Fanning the fire midweek, we are tossing you a spontaneous quote, question, or conundrum related to Monday’s post. We invite you to riff on this prompt or share a story—heartbreaking or hilarious—to spark further conversation about the path of motherhood.

When I was younger, I though the epitome of freedom was a one-way ticket to Asia.  Now freedom is a moment-to-moment choice that basically build down to this: hold on or let go.

When things start to head south, I remind myself that this too is perfect. I hunt for the freedom hiding in the sulks, grunts, hairballs, crumbs.

Or sometimes the reminder to  claim your freedom can come from your community of likeminded souls. The tribe of friends who remind you that suffering is a choice—and freedom a constant possibility.  This video feels like that community:

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Where does freedom live in you? How do you express it?