What’s Missing From Your Life is The Real You

What’s actually missing?

I’m working on my second book.

It’s a prequel to “Blank Canvas: How I Reinvented My Life After Prison.”

I’m capturing the journey that landed me in prison and the lessons learned in the decade of reinventing my life.

In the chapter I’m writing, I’m speaking to my younger self.

It’s the version of myself who had acquired massive professional and materialistic success but felt woefully unfulfilled and empty.

He knew something was missing but could never pinpoint what that was.

He felt lost, stuck, and frustrated. He desired more beyond his meaningless work and superficial lifestyle.

He wanted to become the creator he had always dreamed of but had grown to believe was impossible.

He wanted to take the ideas in his mind, those beautiful sparks that made him feel alive, and turn them into reality.

But his beliefs, fears, self-doubt, raging unworthiness, and inadequacy stood before him, unrelenting and unwavering.

They told him he wasn’t worthy of achieving his dreams, he sure as hell wasn’t capable, he had no idea what he was doing, and to top it all off, that life wasn’t available to him.