“Something is VERY wrong…”
That’s the thought I had in early 2010, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
I’d built a wildly successful business, I was making great money, I was living in a big house at the beach, I’d won several national awards, and I was reaching most all my goals.
I was building, building, building with all this masculine energy.
“Bigger, faster, now, more, world domination” kind of stuff.
My choice. It’s what I thought I wanted. And needed.
How exciting! How cool! How important I felt! How good it looked!
Then I remember waking up one morning and looking at my schedule… and starting to cry.
At that moment, I resented it all. What I’d created. My team. My clients. Everyone on my calendar. (Even my fat, orange tabby cat Milo, who was craving my attention.)
But then I remembered… I had created that schedule myself.
Because I had to keep doing MORE.
Or did I?
My original mission had become buried in a seemingly never-ending quest for more. More accolades and higher numbers. I would reach one goal, and then without even taking in what I had accomplished, push myself to the next one.
I suddenly realized I was placing my happiness and self-worth on everything outside of me.
I looked at Milo, who was napping on my bed, and announced loudly…
“THIS IS COMPLETE BULLSHIT.”
(He seemed to nod in agreement, as I wasn’t around for naps anymore.)
I’ll tell you what happened.
I’d lost my connection with God.
Oh yes, the G word.
I just said it. I’m tired of dancing around it.
God God God.
I had lost my beautiful, peaceful connection with my source. The source of everything. It was always how I’d found my way.
My “faith” had been put in the wrong place. And in the wrong things.
And do you want to know how I found it again?
(And how all those things got sorted out again splendidly because of it?)
To be continued.
But in the meantime, I’m coming out of the closet on all this
in a big way on May 8.
Love and success,
P.S. It’s time for a Revelation.