When you have a profound realization like I had in that car, it leaves a mark.
But of course, a miraculous recovery from years of self-destructive behavior is (most likely) not gonna happen.
So, what did happen?
Continue reading “the power of intention… (pt. two)”
As a child, I was told that I could “do anything I set my mind to.” It usually wasn’t far behind “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
So, in my kid brain, “setting your mind to something” translated to a big picture idea. Like, if I wanted to be a doctor or lawyer, and worked really hard, it would happen.
Whatever the “thing,” it was always somewhere far in the future, promising eventual graspability. Regardless, I took it to mean that anything was possible.
It took me years—decades—to realize that “anything” had actually been within my reach all along…
Continue reading “the power of intention… (pt. one)”