Someone taught you there wasn’t enough — of money, of love, of room. You learned it so young it feels like a law of physics instead of a belief.
“What would you have me know about the scarcity I inherited?”
Some additional insights around this question:
- Whose voice says there isn’t enough?
- Where in your life is it demonstrably untrue right now?
- What would you do differently if you believed there was plenty?
