I was not born with a silver spoon. I was the silver spoon, born to feed, raise and retire my parents and younger siblings. I did that, to the best of my abilities as a child, as a teen, and as a young adult. It took a friend shaking me by the shoulders to wake me from the shadows of filial piety.
It was too late, childhood was already lost. Teenagehood also lost, during the many soccer mom pick ups and drop offs, while maintaining straight A's and leading various community service projects. Young adulthood, might as well lose that too. While my peers went out drinking, partying and discovering themselves, I worked a full-time day job and a full-time evening freelancing job. So. Much. Loss.
Have you ever lost something you never even knew you could lose? Your innocence... your wonderment... or perhaps your worth?
I wish I knew then that all loss eventually finds its balance in gain, but never in the same form. I wish I knew then that the Universe is not cruel. I wish I knew then that the world would take and take and take and take and take and take from me for 3.5 decades straight. And then one day, the siphoning would stop. And I'd experience gain in ways I wasn't capable of imagining.
I live and go anywhere I want. I work whenever, however and with whomever I want. I unleash my wild creativity in any which direction it wants. I'm free from mental illusions, emotional turmoil, somatic trauma in my body. Best of all, I'm free from the lethal combo of patriarchal and Chinese cultural indoctrination that dictated the first (almost) 40 years of my life: that girls are worthless and the only purpose of a child is to serve as her family's money tree (aka ATM machine).
The ever present peace, the humming joy, the constant awe that imbues my life, that is all I wish for you. Yeah, it was mofo hard work. But what else are we to do? We are spiritual warriors, this is what we do. Lay on the couch until we die? Not possible. We walk through fire... and one day we realize, we will not get burned because we ARE the fire. 🔥
Freedompreneurship as a Spiritual Quest
When I embarked on freedompreneurship, I had no idea it'd be a spiritual quest. I just thought I'd do everything listed in The 4-Hour Work Week and end up happy, sipping coconut water on a beach somewhere.
NO ONE warned me about the fire, the oh so many fires, and the burning, oh so much burning!
We'll, I'll warn you now. Freedompreneurship is not for the faint of heart. Your business won't cuddle you at night or jump on your bed with "I love you, mommy!" But for any spiritual gangster, freedom seeker, and truth collector, there's nothing more worthwhile than to liberate yourself from E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G that stands in your way, so that you can delight in free time, enjoy creating with your own two hands, and stand tall in the knowing that you've secured your own financial, mental and emotional well-being.
In the weeks to come, I'll dive deeper into each category of freedom, stories from clients on how they liberated themselves, as well as practical and pretty, pretty worksheets to deepen and fast-track your journey to freedom.
Let me know if there is any type of freedom that is not listed here that you'd like me to cover.
Much love, stay raw and be in joy!