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We all need convictions.  We can’t recall the past correctly, so we fill in the gaps.  We can’t predict the future, so we imagine. 

I would never give up my imagination for anything.  The fact that I still have the ability to dream is the biggest blessing.  However, I must not confuse dream with prophecy.

I vacillated back and forth among various living situations in the last several years.  I rented by myself, with roommates, in high-end communities, low end communities, lived at home.  Changing my environment was one way in which I reset myself for a fresh beginning.  Every time I thought about purchasing a home, I could not make up my mind about what I wanted.  A nice townhome in the city, a fixer upper in the burbs, a house in the country?  I let everyone else’s opinions shift my attitude towards what I wanted back and forth.  I toured a bunch of different places, but I seemed to always find an issue somewhere.  I thought that if I just had enough money, I could purchase my beautiful townhome in the nicest part of town, with all of the intricate details I wanted.  I was ignoring the truth; I couldn’t imagine myself settling on one place to stay for an extensive period of time.

I metamorphosized and as I moved, realizing the freedom I wanted to have.  I wanted money to give me that freedom.  I rejected the notion that my life could be defined by where I lived and what my countertops looked like.  Freedom means unleashing yourself from as many materials as possible.  Possessions can bring us joy but only if they are few and special. 

I thought, each time I moved, that this would be the fresh start I need to fuel my passions.  I was saddened as every new place became familiar and my soul yearned for something different.  Each year, like clockwork, I was packing my bags.  The reality is that it does not change anything.  There is power in that thought, because it means that the status symbol of homeownership (or luxury rentership) will not influence my actions. 

This awakening could not be more pronounced as the entire economy comes crashing down during a global pandemic… an energetic reminder for us all that money can keep us blind to what we truly aspire the most.  I had a breakthrough a few weeks ago in realizing that no monetary purchase would enhance my livelihood at this time.  Yet, as a classic Taurus move, I found myself once again browsing the property listings, desperately grasping for roots (especially during these uncertain times).

Ironically, I don’t need to be rooted, safe and comfortable right now.  What I need is to experience the fear and excitement that I crave the most and transcend into my higher self, freedom.



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