Belonging nowhere.

Here’s a confession.

I wish I was an NLP practitioner.

Sometimes I wish I was a poor Buddhist monk.

I wish I was fully engaged in non-duality, organizing meetings where I could tell all the ignorant nobodies that they don’t exist.

I wish I was absolutely clear about the Law of Attraction, so I could attract unlimited amounts of clients.

I wish I was madly in love with plant medicine, Tibetan bowls, or shamanic rituals.

Or ecstatic dance.

Or yoga.

I wish I was a full-on 3P teacher, only talking about mind, consciousness, and thought.

I wish a was a Primal Warrior, camping naked in the woods, doing divine masculine stuff.

I wish I was a Wim Hof practitioner, feeling like ice baths and breathing are the solutions to literally everything.

I wish I was 100% into the Work of Byron Katie.

Or a happy student of the Sedona Method.

I wish I could be totally lost in the polyvagal theory.

Maybe minimalism.

I wish angels were my thing, so I’d never feel alone.