Who are you renting space to in your head? Are they good tenants or squatters running you into spiritual bankruptcy?

What if you decided today to give away just one of those “things” that you keep? What would you be clearing away the space for? What would it feel like to be that free?

I'm curious: How good are you at asking for help? What is it that holds you back?

What I tend to forget is there is a bit of geography between the leap from the ledge and the soft, comfortable landing…and it is pure free-fall.

Who's driving your car? Is it the wise, experienced self; the playful, fun self; or is it the dreaded "Saboteur"?