unconsciously in some capacity in your
life. One simple example from my life
would be with finding parking spaces.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve
always gotten stellar parking spots, right
out front of wherever I’m going. I don’t
care if I’m trying to park in front of the
Pope’s house on Easter Sunday, if you
don’t want to walk, you’ll be wantin’ to
ride with me.
I always approach the hunt for a
parking space with the same attitude; a
knowing and relaxed certainty that it’s a
done deal. The perfect spot is mine, it
already exists and I’m genuinely so
happy and grateful for it. I really truly
believe this. Then, as always, someone