... I think about the end of my life - and what difference my being here will, or will not have made  - every single day.

Did I help? How much harm did I do? Who will miss me? Did I fulfill my purpose? Was there one? Is it too late now? Did I miss my chance or is my turning point still in front of me?

For years I was unable to commit to any (so-called) worthwhile career. I felt there were already too many people doing too many jobs producing things no one needed.

Over the past few years the Universe has been kind in guiding me to and away from. I now feel that I am, not finally but moreso, in the business of being the spotlight and vessel for those not as richly blessed.

Now I see myself helping others to have hope; to believe that balance IS possible in "real" life, and to find a way out of their particular chaos to lives where they have the time, control, and resources to find THEIR gifts.