It’s funny how you can go a lifetime thinking it was you. Some of us are so used to assuming guilt that we never get the chance to express that none of this is our fault. Let’s all say it now, loud and clear for all to hear…this isn’t my fault. It is not my responsibility either. 

The beauty of becoming an adult is choosing to get up and leave if necessary. When we are kids we have to sit around listening to the bullshit and accepting nonsense and foolishness from those around us. The gift of maturity is knowing I’m too old to hide behind someone else's feelings. It’s not my fault and it’s not my responsibility.

I am now accountable to myself. The rest isn’t really my business.

The biggest lesson here (chanting from rooftops) is that I cannot defy myself the gift of becoming. My generosity follows a distinct emotion now. I don’t want to be tied to the past anymore. I want to reap the immense pleasure I’ve heard about that comes from forgiveness. I want to take that grand and wild step that sets everyone free. Collective Liberation. Hold no grudge, keep my peace, move forward.

All those days walking among the trees, seeing the swans and snakes and snowflakes were not nothing. That vision is playing out, the way I see it when I close my eyes.

I want you to do two things for me, please. Buy my book and leave a positive review.

Thank you. Now close your eyes and live.