Freedom, Fear, and Leaving the Food Pantry

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you somethig else is the greatest accomplishment.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Today, I punched the clock at the food pantry for the last time. I enjoyed working there, but I felt it was time for me to leave. I have some rationalizations that I’ve given people who have asked, but I think the truth is something deeper and more emotional. Something that builds in me over time whenever I start working for a wage somewhere.

At the pantry, I had structure, and there was safety in punching that timeclock: the hours were laid out, the expectations clear, the weekly rhythm steady as a drum. The work matters, too—it serves a need. I helped fill hungry stomachs and helped families pay the bills. The staff, volunteers and I worked together to make a difference in visible, tangible ways. And all of those good things will continue without me.

But over time, I began to feel the other side of the security the timeclock offered. The very stability that protected me also enclosed me. My days became smaller, predictable, and in their predictability, a suffocating comfort.

Now, as a freelance reporter, the frame has fallen away. I wake up and the day is mine to shape—or to waste. The hours are unmarked until I mark them. But the view is wider here, the horizon unobstructed.

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Working at the pantry was like traveling in a car. Comfortable and easy, but the road always follows the lowest path. Now I’m out of the car, free to hike to the hilltops. The ground is uneven but the views are so much more panoramic. I can smell the fresh air. And I’m more vulnerable, too.

This is what freedom really is—not some endless expanse of possibility without weight or cost, but the strange mix of risk and responsibility that comes from choosing your own way. Philosophers and poets have always circled this truth: that liberty and danger are bound together, that you cannot have one without the other. To live freely is not to avoid risk, but to embrace it as the very shape of life. Freedom is not a grassy valley, but a cliff edge. Walking it not comforting, but exhilarating.

“I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.”
— Jack London

For me, that decision came in leaving behind the safety of a paycheck to take up the pen full-time. I won’t pretend it was an easy decision, but it wasn’t a leap made in a blaze of courage, either. It was the result of a slow accumulation of restlessness. I wanted to breathe more deeply, to chase the thrill of uncovering stories again, to let my life hang by the tender thread of my own words.

It is reckless, maybe. Certainly precarious. There are nights I struggle to sleep: What if this doesn’t work? What if the ground does give way beneath me, and I tumble to the metaphorical rocks below? But there are mornings when the fear feels instead like exhilaration, the way standing on the edge of a great height can make your pulse race with fear and wonder at once.

The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
— Albert Camus

And while I have every intention of reaching heights, I also recognize in my heart that I may not achieve that. We’re all only promised one thing at the end of this life, one destination where we all meet, no matter what path we walk until then. Which makes walking a path worthy of ourselves all the more essential to being human. We may fear the end of life, but if I reach it without risking anything, without at least trying to reach my full potential, without gambling on myself, then I fear the regret I will feel will far outweigh the fear, and will be irredeemable.

This mixture of fear and pressure, safety and possibility—is the essence of freedom. The fear pushes some people stay in safety, and the pressure pushes others into the unknown. I have constantly wrestled with this duality of living. I don’t think I’ve always made the best choice. I’ve certainly not always made the safe choice. We are all, in some way, balancing the same equation: security against liberty, comfort against possibility, the known against the open-ended. Some lean one way, some the other. Neither is wrong. But to me, right now, the risk feels worth it. I would rather stumble on the bright path to a great height I may never reach than walk surely on a path through the shadowy valley.

Beyond the Gift Card - The True Power of Thoughtful Gifts

In the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, it's all too easy to succumb to the simplicity of a generic gift card as a present. While practical and undoubtedly convenient, there's something inherently impersonal about this kind of offering. We seem to have forgotten the true essence of gift-giving, captured in the age-old adage - "It's the thought that counts."

"It's the thought that counts," a phrase passed down through generations, holds within it a profound message about the power of thoughtfulness in gift selection. It's a gentle reminder that a well-thought-out present goes far beyond the monetary value or size of the gift. Rather, it speaks to a deeper understanding of the recipient, their likes, hobbies, and the shared moments that have shaped our bond with them.

When we choose a gift, we have an opportunity to demonstrate how much we genuinely know and care about the person we are gifting. It signifies not only the effort we put into selecting something they would love but also our investment in their interests and passions. Whether it's a small trinket, a carefully curated collection of their favorite things, or a customized item reflective of our shared memories, the thought behind the gift carries immense weight.

Think about it - isn't it more meaningful to receive something that aligns with our unique identity, rather than a generic piece of plastic? A gift that shows genuine thoughtfulness can evoke emotions, memories, and a sense of appreciation that far surpasses any material value. It silently says, "I see you, I know you, and I cherish our bond."

On the other hand, a gift card, while undeniably practical, can come across as a quick and easy way out. It suggests that the giver may not have had the time or desire to invest in understanding the recipient and their preferences. While not entirely devoid of thought, it pales in comparison to the personal touch that a thoughtful gift brings.

The phrase "It's the thought that counts" urges us to embrace the spirit of gift-giving in a more profound way. It encourages us to go beyond the convenience of a gift card and instead think about the recipient's unique tastes, interests, and experiences. Was there something they mentioned in passing that they've always wanted to try? Do they have a favorite artist or author? Have you shared moments of laughter and joy over a particular activity that you know they cherish? These are the questions that should guide our gift-giving process.

Taking the time to gather these insights and choosing a present accordingly demonstrates a level of care and consideration that can never be replicated by a simple transaction. It showcases the strength of our relationship, deepens our connection, and conveys a heartfelt message - "I value you, and I want to celebrate everything that makes you who you are."

As the holiday season beckons us to exchange gifts, let us remember the true power behind the phrase "It's the thought that counts." Let us strive to bring joy and happiness through gifts that communicate the essence of our relationship, rather than resorting to the ease of a gift card. By doing so, we revive the heart and soul of gift-giving, making the holiday season even more special for everyone involved.