Through the years, I have had the tendency to be pulled off my best path in thinking that “one thing” was the answer to my happiness. It could have come in the form of a woman (relationship), a job, a pull of the slot machine handle to cure my financial woes, or a finish line of an Ironman triathlon. More recently, it has come in the form of creative endeavors (writing books and acting). Don’t get me wrong, I have happily listened to my intuition as I created. I am grateful for all that has come through me. But, subconsciously, I was hoping that whatever I created would “spring me to the next level.” I had hoped that everyone would know who I was, love me, and clamor for more. It’s a bit embarrassing to even acknowledge it now, but I was looking for validation.