Live Cage Free

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To a motorcyclist, a car is a cage. It’s a box of metal and steel that holds us back from experiencing the road like it is supposed to be experienced. In a cage, you can’t enjoy the smell of fresh cut grass, the warmth of the sun on your back, the cool breeze on your face, and the sheer thrill of seeing the white lines disappearing under your feet.

At some point in our lives, we feel caged. We have opened the door to a place where we feel confined in our lives or where we just don’t feel anything. If we feel anything at all, the feeling is of desperation, of being constrained, controlled, restricted. Have you ever felt like that? I have…

Unfortunately… I opened the door, walked right in, and shut the door on myself.

For me, I was caged by my career. Under society’s watchful eye, I had the perfect job. I was making six-figures, had all the autonomy I wanted, was seen as an expert in my field, and hit every level of award and success. But I was trapped. With each paycheck, each granite award, each corporate recognition trip, another bar was welded onto my cage.

Maybe you feel caged by a relationship with your parents…

Maybe you feel caged by your financial situation…

Maybe you feel caged by your marriage…

Maybe you feel caged by the expectations of other people…

Maybe you feel caged by the extra weight you carry (literally or figuratively).

Admit to yourself where you’re caged in your life.

Klink… Did you hear that? That was one turn of the lock.

When I admitted I was caged by my career… when I realized it was holding me back from what mattered most, I found the first key that unlocked the first lock. I then kept looking for keys. It took me years to find them but I became aware that I held the keys the entire time.

Sometimes I was fearful to use my keys because my cage was home… it was comfortable… it was what I knew. But I also knew that I didn’t want to live my entire life in this cage so courage overcame fear… the thrill of fully experiencing the ride got me out of my self-built cage.

Where are you caged in your life? How does it make you feel? Can you imagine what life would be outside your cage? By admitting where you’re caged, you’ve started to tear down the bars. Look in your pocket… you’ll find a set of keys.