According to Sartre, while we are free to be who we are, most of what we do stems from that choice. We make a choice that we are a quilter, or that we are affected by our upbringing and through our actions we keep reinforcing that choice. We make quilts or we keep doing the same behaviours over and over again. We can choose to do otherwise but only by choosing to be someone else. In order to do something different we have to radically overhaul our being. Is that freedom? I don’t know. I suppose it treads a line between freedom and determinism and seems to manage the balance well. I don’t know that it matches up with the experience of choice. If I choose to do something different, it is me who chooses, me who struggles and me who feels proud. There is an I who feels proud of the change.