Not to minimize anything else I’ve done in my life — I’ve worked in a lot of different and rewarding roles, like being a teacher and writer — but it’s only now that I feel like I’m really understanding my potential as a professional.
Do I wish I had been able to access all of this power 20 years ago? Of course. But wishing won’t make it so. My reality is that I’m 52, and I’m here, and I’ve got these skills and abilities that I’m not really using. And I want to use them.
Like … lately I’ve been experimenting with taking my writing skills in a brand new direction, in addition to fiction. And I’ve toyed with the idea of resurrecting my music composition skills that have been dormant for more years than I care to say.
But hey, I can’t look back. The past is gone. The future is an illusion. Right now is what I have. And in this moment, I’m happy. I know myself, really know myself. I don’t need anyone else to make me whole. I don’t need anyone’s love, permission, anything. I’m strong and confident, and I have no fear of anything.
I can do whatever I want to do. I’m FREE.