I’m zipping along, pedal to the metal, somewhere between Wayzata and Roseville, in-between sessions, thinking about invitations. Here’s a typical sequence of events in my head: That seems really interesting, I’ll wait to be invited…. I’m sure I’ll be invited…. I’ll work the positive energy in the moment to be invited…. I’m not asking….What’s the worst thing that could happen if I ask?…I’m over-thinking the asking….F*ck it, I’m asking.
And in the asking a door opens. Actually several doors usually open, and my life expands serendipitously, wondrously, unexpectedly, EVERY SINGLE TIME!