What’s Tapping on My Window

Lately, I’ve been sitting with this feeling that something’s trying to get my attention — not urgently, just gently. Like a bird at the window. Repeating, soft, persistent.

And maybe that something is freedom.

Not the dramatic, run-away kind. Not the Instagram-version of van life. But real, heart-aligned, body-led freedom — the kind that says, “You can choose where you want to be. Right now. Even if it doesn’t make sense to anyone else.”

For me, that looks like something kind of wild and kind of perfect:

Living part-time in my Tesla.

Working from the road.

Adventuring with my 5-year-old in ways that are safe, intuitive, and completely our own.

Letting go of rent for a while and seeing what opens up.

It’s an experiment. A season. A conscious shift toward a life that holds more of what I value — adventure, flow, nurture, and magic — my authentic identity, in motion.

I used to need approval from everyone: my church, my mentors, my dad, my ex-husband, even God (at least how I was taught to know Him).

Now?

I check in with my breath.

I ask my inner voice.

And I trust what it says — especially when it whispers, go.

This isn’t about being fearless. I have fear. I have doubt. But my awareness is stronger than both. My groundedness is my compass.

This next chapter won’t look like a traditional success story — not yet, maybe not ever. But it looks like me, aligned.

And that feels like freedom.