More, More, More
When I was thirty-five, it was about being world weary and jaded. I buttered my morning toast with cool cynicism. Here I am seventy-one and I wake up craving MORE. More life, more energy, more desire, more interesting things, more things to learn.
From the git-go I passionately desired independence. I wanted to go my own way, blazing my own trail. I loved my parents, but wanted to be unburdened by their love. I wanted freedom from their view of the world, and their standards for living.
I lived confident in my own abilities to make a good life without assistance from anyone, anywhere, at any time. Innately I was extremely successful regardless of ups and downs. I never doubted my ability to turn setbacks into successes. I didn’t turn away from desires because I tuned in, tapped in, and turned on to my connection with source, that same powerful energy of suns, moons, stars, and galaxies
That confidence in my power to create a wonderful life, is more alive now than it ever was.