I have lived The Secret for the last four years, but it was not until I almost lost the love of my life three months ago because of my (then) passive-aggressive way of life that I realised I needed to take my belief in The Secret to the next level. I needed to let go of blaming others for my problems and take full responsibility for my actions, which I did. And boy did it hurt. It wasn’t until later when I had moved into a much better and more productive and loving space that I realised how fortunate I am, because as much as it hurt to take full responsibility for my actions, and therefore face the truth of who I once was, it hurt much less than losing the love of my life for all time would have.

A big part of who I am now is being able to give in fully, and finally, to the will of the Universe, and to trust that to let the natural order of things, which I now do, will deliver all that is good and all that I deserve to me, which it is, ie: the woman I love and the ability to write fiction. 🙂