What does it mean to be free?

Dear Friend,

It was so lovely to have tea with you today and browse the books and trinkets on the shelves of that whimsical coffee shop. When I think back to when I knew you before (two decades ago?!), I remember a wild child, with wavy hair in the wind and a laugh that would ring down the hallways. I feel ashamed to say that I did not think very highly of you at the time, but as I reflect, I think that is partly due to jealousy - when I looked at you, I saw freedom.

Gratitude for a kindred spirit.

I was so consumed, back then, with fitting in, pleasing people, and “being good.” It was stifling. I felt claustrophobic. And not long after high school, I denounced who I was and reconfigured myself into my own version of a wild child. I had new experiences, met some great people and some not-so-great people, and learned some things along the way. But I still didn’t feel free.

And then to cross paths with you all these years later and feel like I’ve found a kindred spirit. I love that we both drink chai and have sourdough starter on our kitchen counters. I love that you care for your friends, have been committed to your husband, and long to be a good mother. I love that you are interested in personal growth and reflection. Most of all, I love that you are unapologetically yourself. I see it now: you are free because you are simply, beautifully yourself. Maybe I see it because I am becoming my true self these days and my spirit feels a little more free all the time. I feel kindred because I sense the same freedom in both of us now.

Thank you for your kindness, that infectious laugh, and the inspiration to keep growing. You are a breath of fresh air.

With love,

Your friend, Alexandra Kay