While visiting NY I spend some time reflecting on the days when I was a suit. For two years I worked at the McGraw-Hill building on the corner of 6th and 48th St. I walked down the crowded streets on Broadway and remembered my dream at the time was to climb the corporate ladder and become a high paid executive like the people I worked for. What happened was I crashed and burned and became unable to work. As I reflect on this now, it was such a false self. I was doing what I thought everyone expected me to do. I didn’t know where I was going so the world closed in on me. Now that I am on my right path, living my divine purpose, opportunities are happening and my power line mantra “Sky is the limit” is really my reality now.
Today I really honor myself for not becoming a minion. Instead, I march to my own beat and follow my own rhythm.