If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it
For years, I’ve gone from pillar to post trying to improve myself. I considered myself a starter home. A fixer-upper. I was under construction so much I needed a building permit. I was always in search of the next book, the next DVD, class or teacher because I thought it took a village to raise a neurotic.
I did everything. I envisioned prosperity, had my colours done. I pushed the envelope. I thought “outside the box,” explored the power of positive thinking until I was suicidal. I saw Anthony Robbins so many times that he got a restraining order.