I never wanted much. Not stuff. Houses. Cars.
I never want them because I had never had them.
I wanted out. I wanted better. I wanted safety and warmth.
I wanted love. I wanted acceptance. I wanted protection.
I wanted to be heard. I wanted to be believed.
I wanted to be liked by the one person who would have aborted me if Spirit hadn’t intervened.
It has taken me close to three decades to want. To desire. To dream.
My truth was as punishing as being put out on the streets as a teen: I don’t matter. I am a piece of shit. Nothing good will ever come to me.
But it can… when you heal…
Last week, Lisa and I got our first million-dollar home.
Going from living on the streets to buying a million-dollar mansion is a healing. It’s not about the house. It’s about healing decades and generations of “We don’t matter; we’re pieces of shit. No good will ever come to us.”
Real talk: You can only have what you are willing to heal.
Strategy: When you heal your heart, you make room for your dreams.
Action: What would you have to heal to make room for your dreams?