How would you describe the call of wildness within you? Is it a spectacular roar or a faint whisper? As I consider what I want my life and work to look and feel like in the next decade, I think about the ways I have domesticated my reality over time. What would it look like to allow the spirit of wildness to disrupt who I have become? Is there a place for wildness in my work? What would it mean to give myself "wild permission" to go beyond who I think I should be? What does it mean to be wildly creative? The more I allow the wildness within to shout from the shallow grave of conformity, the more I feel alive to the possibilities of what could be.