I lacked a sense of inherent worth, so I filled my life with superficial possessions that helped me feel important and whole.

I justified that my corporate job paid well and that I worked hard and deserved beautiful things. Denial shaded my awareness of over-attachment. I was blind to the physical and emotional weight.

For the majority of my life, I’ve been a doer. A list maker. A person who accomplishes. It was often a character asset and contributed significantly to my career success.

As an only child, I conjured up activities to keep busy. Busy in the sense of 9-year-old projects, bustles, and schemes.

Some seemingly important duties like laundry or figuring out how to make a semblance of a meal.