I was an inquisitive child who asked a ton of questions, and in adulthood, my mother told me that my sister never had to ask because I did it first. Many of them were about sex and most were at the dinner table. According to my dad, he would blush and say to my mom, […]
” If I could offer you the most precious gifts imaginable, they would be: the ability to adore the person in the mirror, a chance to make a difference in someone else’s life. fulfillment of your dearest wish, willingness to put your heart on the line, discovering your purpose, unbridled enthusiasm, letting someone in all the way and delight in each moment. Please unwrap them with great relish.” What gifts have been laid at your feet that you have left unopened? What keeps you from excitedly tearing off the ribbon, scattering the paper and gleefully peering inside? OR perhaps that is exactly what you do and if so, what allows you to do so?