The Bread Crumb Trail

If I look back on my all my years, and follow my bread crumb trail of jobs and personal accomplishments... I can easily dismiss it all with self doubt and tear it all down in comparison to others successful accomplishments.

I have had the "Life of Riley"... no worries... the silver platter never looked so good. But still, you can set the stage, put on the costume, act the part... and still have an audience of crickets.... Poor me ... how sad... what a waste.

I gave up trying to attain perfection years and years ago... and that was a hard lesson and pill to swallow to find my peace.

My bread crumb trail started early;in Kindergarten... and continued almost to this very year... I lived in an unfocused bubble... I was comfortable, content, and in my own tower; built very tall and strong.

I had no confidence in my own potential, no faith in my natural talents, no ambition, no passion ... and compared myself to others and popular culture...

I did have dreams... lots and lots of dreams... I was born day dreaming.

I was so busy looking at the perfect ending ... that I would sabotage own goals... How could I ever get there? Justify my very existence? Make my parents proud and show them my big boy pants....

I able to look back now.... and see how it all falls into place.... I am proud of my bread crumbs...

For years, unconsciously, I had been working on my own personal tools, driven by instinct... little by little.

I am a jack of limited trades... I cannot build a house... but I do know how to pick one! I am packed to the brim with common sense... I have navigated my way forward staying true to my instinctual path...

I am proud of my big boy pants...