Freedom is My Choice

Updated: Jun 15, 2021

I am 30,000 feet in the air flying north to one of my favorite cities, a city I spent two years living in, a city I have traveled to at least 20 times, New York City. Travel has always kept me grounded, ironically. I’m always closer to God and my most creative self, starting with buckling my seatbelt and placing my reading material in the backseat pockets of the passenger in front of me. Most people don’t enjoy flying but for me, being on an airplane is one of my most favorite places in the world. Perhaps it’s because I didn’t take my first flight until I was 17 and ever since that flight, I have flown all over the world from India and Turkey, to Spain and Brazil. Perhaps it’s because adventure and something new, someone new awaits. Perhaps it’s because I am such a doer, driving hard at life, and being on an airplane forces me to sit still, think, sleep, dream, write, read, create. A flight overseas speaks to my soul. The journey in the air, without question, is often one of the highlights of my travels. I’ve missed this journey.


I have discovered who I am over the course of my years of traveling. What I love, what scares me, what inspires me, who inspires me and how creativity speaks to me and infuses new ideas in me. People, places and things are at the core of the discovery, but it’s more that my heart and my brain pause from life and become something different for a short period of time.

I get away to get grounded.

I travel to find myself.

It makes no sense at all and yet it does for me.

I always invite God with me, as my number one travel companion. He never fails.

And here I am, in New York with virtually no agenda, having only told one friend I was coming. Yet, there is an agenda. There is one item that I have asked God for: freedom.

I am going to NY to set free and to be set free.

A couple weeks ago I was talking with my life coach and about halfway through our session, she stopped me and said, “Ann, it seems that your former marriage has a real power over you. You have talked about it a lot not only today but in our other conversations. He has moved on, he is living his life. You have to do the same. You need to be free.

Tears filled my eyes. She was right.

But how?

“That is something you will have to figure out. You can write a letter and burn the letter. You can scream and break things. You can go to the ocean and pray. You can do anything and everything until you know – in YOUR heart – you are free. That is for you to discover. Also…you forgive."