When is my life?

Keep the question close, and ask it of yourself during the day. Ask it when you’re impatient, or worried, or judgmental. Ask it when you’re happy or sad. Ask it, but don’t be too quick to answer. Stay with the effect of the asking.

When I ask it, I get goose bumps. I get a jolt. Often I burst into laughter.

What happens to you when you ask “When is my life?”

About last weeks request for help:
I have contracted with an editor. Several of you said you’d like to read my manuscript and offer comments. When I’m through working with the editor, I’ll get in touch with some readers. Thanks a lot for your help.