Craving Creation

For about a week or so I’ve been wanting to do nothing more than create. That’s it. No more, no less. Only create. For me, at this stage, that’s really all I desire. For those that don’t know me and to document this for my future self, I’ll dive a bit into exactly what I mean.

Create means to bring something into existence. It comes from a Latin word meaning to make, to bring forth and comes from can also mean arise or be born. All of that to say, I’ve been craving or a powerful desire for something, which is what craving means. To put it all together. For the past week or so, I’ve been having a powerful desire to bring forth or bring something into existence.

For over six years now, I’ve been living with purpose. It’s taken me away from my place of birth to Brazil. I spent 72 wonderful days in another country, writing my autobiography with a constant headache. The inability to communicate effectively, to think of every word, every single time I had to speak, was mentally taxing to put it kindly. Yet, I finished the first draft before leaving, even though I needed to extend my stay beyond my initial plan.

Living with purpose brought me back to America where I briefly jumped into two new professions, some would and have chosen them as careers. First doing disaster inspections for those affected by recent storms, then as a Loan Office for a government agency. The agency offered Disaster Loans as a means of relief for those affected by natural disasters. Afterwards, I finished the rewrites on my autobiography and soon found myself on a plane to Manila.

My thoughts and plan were to stay in Manila for six weeks. Over five years later, I’m still in the country. During this time, I’ve had the opportunity to explore a few other endeavors, but most seemed short lived and not inline with my purpose. When I asked the question, “How will this help you fulfill your purpose?” I inevitably heard, “it won’t.” So each of those endeavors were short lived.

Without fail, every morning I state my purpose before getting out of bed. Without fail, since discovering my purpose I’ve thought and believed it was possible. Without fail, I know it’s the reason I exist so I continue to move forward.

After being nearly killed by a reckless driver in February of this year, I had lots of down time. I focused on my recovery. After the fog lifted from the pain medication, I thought I could fulfill my purpose by telling of how I’d accomplished those things outlined above by living with purpose. I put that course together and realized something. My name, my brand, my story isn’t big enough. During this time, I was also able to become proficient in using more tools. As a result, I discovered my course was part of the self help and personal development sector. I recalled the limited success from my autobiography and chose another route.

I decided to leverage the influence of others. I decided that I could leverage the biggest names in the industry and form partnerships. After all, I’d become an embodiment of living the principles within the pages they’d written. I’d read and studied and lived those words for decades. I also recalled that in order to reach my d

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