I grew up knowing and learning the ropes of lack. There was never enough of anything. Money (always the biggest one), healthcare, food, things…there was “never enough.”
And it was always the other person’s fault. The reason why we never had anything, that is. Other people were richer and had limitless opportunities handed to them. They wronged us just because they were them.
So we filled in the holes with complaints, bad decisions, and bitterness.
After I grew up and had (I thought) undone many of the habits of lack from my childhood, I experienced lack in a new way.
It was a lack of time, attention, and “love.” There was “never enough.”
It’s been about 6 months since I’ve jumped on a plane for work and damn it felt good to be back exploring the world, meeting new people, and LIVING. 💫