At least for me it is.
I remember being somewhere around the age of 18.
I lived with a few friends in a dodgy apartment.
“The crack building” it was called.
We had barely any food; popcorn, a bag of potatoes and coffee (no sugar or cream) to be precise.
But it didn’t matter to me.
I was comfortable.
Because it tasted like freedom.
23 years later as I sit in my 650 square foot condo on the water, sipping coffee with cream, just about to make a smoothie.
“It doesn’t matter where it leads” because I’m comfortable right where I’m at.
Because this feels like freedom.
The ultimate luxury.
You see, when we are present and overflowing with gratitude, by some miraculous force….
Some call it God, some call it the Universe.
Some will say it’s a cliche, but it’s always true for me…
God/The Universe presents us exactly what we need to get where we’re going.
Photo of me by Marlon Hazlewood