Recently in my life, the notion of success has come up over and over again. Quite a bit. There is an axiom within our cultural lexicon that time and time again brings us back to the notion that success seemingly pushes us away from "ourselves". That it forces you to become many things; anything but your true self.
Next time you are face to face with hardship. Ask it a question: What face are you showing me today.
We are neither the uncertainty that comes from the darkness nor the certainty that comes from the light. We are the harbingers of the possible.
Last night, I felt it happening and this morning - it has become a challenge to speak. I sound like I'm 80 years old, possibly a woman, holding back a cry.
I can almost guarantee that in any given day, you're experiencing everything from mundane to ridiculous; which begs the question...