I have more or less been on my own for the past three years. I made a choice to do things on my own. I wanted an experience – a learning experience. I have learned a lot the past three years on my own. I have been able to grow personally and professionally in the best possible ways.
I have not asked for help from anyone, other than possible words of wisdom and opinions. My mom and even my wife had to learn that the path I chose was not something they could help with. There were moments and days where I couldn’t even crawl; days where I worked for sixteen hours straight; and days where I wasn’t sure I would come out on the other end. I wanted to experience the successes and failures to their fullest, so I could grow and learn.
A few weeks ago I was inspired to write a letter to God. I asked for help and a little guidance. The response was something I was not prepared for. I didn’t expect anything, I don’t ask for things. As I mentioned above, some things I have wanted to do on my own, no matter the outcome. It didn’t hit me until a few days ago how much I’ve done, not asking for help in any form; getting what I wanted, nothing more or less.
Since my first letter, I have written four others. I did actually mail the first letter I wrote. Addressed to God from Dallas. I wonder what they did with it at the post office?