When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

This profound moment is very clear, pronounced, shocking, and deep. The world in which I lived and worked, had crashed down all around me. My business that I’ve been struggling for years to make successful, had also fallen into its knees, clubbed to death by the banking crisis in 2008. I’m bank account blocked and stripped, my customers were screaming at me, my suppliers were threatening me, my ex hated me because I didn’t give her any money.

In the dark and lonely moment after a long sleepless night, I swung my legs off the bed with my head cradled in my hands. I eventually stopped whimpering, why me? Why me? Why me?

Almost not daring to hear myself, I whispered alone in the dark, it’s my life, it was my business, and I am as mad as it sounds, responsible for everything.

I am responsible, because it’s my life.

That moment was my waking up to being an adult, truly responsible for absolutely every possible thing which had to do with me as an individual human being. My bank account, my relationships to customers, suppliers, friends, family, my own self-worth, my health, my creativity, my nutrition,

As metaphor go, this was my pickax . to the forehead waking up moment.

From that moment forward, I made every moment of my waking day from that distant past to this very present second an experience of my conscious creating.

To live in abundance, financial, emotional, spiritual, creative, and physical is the consequence of having become an adult. How deeply I wish everyone who reads these words and lines that they to become an adult fully and responsibly. love Liam