Not so long ago, I was obsessed with what I was getting, what I should be getting and I didn’t have and wanted really badly. This obsession was cleverly masked and disguised as “ambition” and “drive”. But who was I deceiving? Myself apparently.
I was constantly unhappy and so unfulfilled. I didn’t like my life. I felt small and insignificant. And then, I worried myself sick. Literally. I became ill.
And then on my sick bed, all was quiet in my head and God was able to finally get my attention.
I had been chasing the wrong things. I left my purpose and bought into the narrative the world has always been selling. The narrative that glorifies possessions, titles, positions and bank accounts.