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The ebb and flow of belief, part four

I have always had a difficult relationship with working for money. Adults ask children and young people about it, but when I was young, I could never name what it was I wanted to do for money. I didn’t want to go to an office and sit beneath florescent lights. I didn’t want someone else to tell me how and when to spend my time. The only career I had a thirst for was the career of creation. I wanted to be a writer or an artist or somehow work in a creative field.

This is the fourth installment of my story of spiritual exploration, finding belief and the releasing of belief. It’s a long story, so I’m sharing it as a series. It’s also a story that feels intimate and tender to me, so I’m gently placing it behind a paywall. To continue reading, please consider becoming a paid subscriber.