A while ago, Natalie and I went to see my favourite comedian Joe Pasquale. We drove the 90 minutes or so to Weston Super Mare to see him at the playhouse. We had a great time, plenty of laughter and of course, some magic.
I demanded that having met him a few times, that we waited at stage door just for the fun of getting a photograph.

Natalie wasn’t that keen on waiting behind as it was late, it was cold and windy, but I was and I managed to persuade her to do so. After half an hour of waiting , he came out and we got our photograph and we exchanged a few words and laughs with him. 

I was chuffed. Natalie was relieved.

It was about 11pm – We walked back to the car with a spring in our step, thoroughly entertained and pleased, only to find that the car park we had parked in at 6.30pm closed at 7pm. The barrier had come down and our car was in the multi-story.

We thought of every possible solution for getting home, none of which were possible or easilly done, if not expensive!

So, we trawled around various hotels looking for a twin room at very late notice. We felt a little bit like Mary and Joseph, except Natalie was indeed NOT about to miraculously give birth and neither did we have a donkey,wise man or shepherd in our midst.

Well, I say we didn’t have a donkey – We were very close to the beach and so there may have been one around.

Eventually, we found a hotel that seemed like they had a room. Whilst it wasn’t the stable around the back, it was a single, one person bedroom the size of a small cupboard. After much debate, Natalie got the bed and I led on the hard floor with a thin sheet of material and froze for the night.

You wouldn’t believe the amount of joy and freedom we felt the following morning having escaped! It was worthy of a  McDonalds breakfast.

Things don’t always go how we like them to go. We sometimes find ourselves in situations in which we feel we can’t escape the difficulty. Life can seem like a long hard slog. We long for a sense of freedom.

People search for that freedom in many places, but how many of those options provide permanent freedom instead of temporary.

Thoughts for you…Please discuss…

How would you describe / define ‘Freedom?’ 

Do you have a sense of freedom in your life?

What brings you freedom? How and when do you experience ‘freedom?’ 

In your opinion, can freedom be received permanently or is it always temporarily?

Cheers all

Tom