Life takes a great many unexpected twists and turns. While some are welcome, others are not so desirable. The obvious negatives are the tragedies that are thrown our way in the senseless or unavoidable circumstances of losing someone or something, through death or divorce or distance. We lose jobs in times of tough economy. We lose houses and vehicles when we default on loans. But have you ever lost control of your entire life, only to regain your direction with a whole new perspective? Have you ever truly lost your concept of self, that you might be found again?

I don’t know about you but I have always been uncomfortable with the word power, especially when applying the word ‘powerful’ to describe myself.

Call it a mix of having been raised by a mentally ill woman who misused hers with the woes of gender and being born a girl, but sadly harnessing my own innate power, the internal blazing ferocity that is part and parcel of our deepest core intelligence, has been work and something that, up until a few years ago, I’ve skated tentatively around.

“Stop BLAMING others. What if you took everyone else's 'issues' out of the equation and could ONLY speak for you? What if you took FULL responsibility for your life? What if it was ALL on you?”

Most of my life I disliked you. Not because you were the geeky, obnoxious kid who took childish behavior to a new low. Not because you were the playground punk or the teacher’s pet. No, you were worse than those kids… you were forgettable.