I have a gypsy soul. I am a dreamer. A wanderer. A creator. A lover. A artist. All I want is to travel the world endlessly. I dream of a simple life. A free life. I dream of a gypsy life. I have a gypsy soul.
“Be free where you are.” Someone said this to me and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to. How am I supposed to be free? I have a job I commit myself to 40 (+/-) hours a week. I have financial responsibilities. I have rent to pay. I have to put food on the table. Etc, etc, etc. The inner demons really were barkin. At this point in my life, my physical body cannot be free (well not quite yet) but I have learned that being free is not limited to your physical being, but you/I can be mentally free as well. The only thing that cages my free bird is my mind. If my mind is free I am liberated from the “things” I believe hold me back and I am allowed to fly. Fly, fly far this weekend my lovelies. Fly mentally, fly physically, just fly.
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Yes, it is that time of year again. By far one of my favorite music events in SF and on top of just being pure awesome, it’s free!!!