I had a strong relationship with myself in my childhood. I was so in tune with my interests, likes and dislikes, and hobbies, even how people made me feel; I even had a vivid imagination and would always think of how my future would unfold when I turned into an adult. Do you remember when you were asked your hobbies as achild? Do you remember when you were asked what you wanted to be as an adult? There were typically 2 responses:

A. An instant response that subconsciously flowed out as if it was rehearsed.

B. If you didn’t have an answer, you were eager to jog your mind and imagination to find out one.

Somewhere in adulthood that relationship with myself got foggy, masked, and covered up. Let me just say that relationship the second time