By the time I finished showing houses late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted and starving. It had been a busy weekend and I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day. But what did I want?
I felt a gnawing craving inside. It was a familiar craving, but what was it for? Was it for steak? Pizza? Chicken? I genuinely felt confused.
I’ve gone through this odd process a thousand times before. I’m hungry but everything I think of feels wrong. I stopped at a couple of restaurants, thinking they might be what I needed, but each time I stopped, I felt a cold emptiness — because I realized what I needed wasn’t inside.

If the truth is blurry in your mind, how can you explain it to others?
I still have trouble accepting that my idealized world doesn’t exist
Attaining excellence may require some time in painful mediocrity
Dogs, cats and children remind me of all the joy in small things
AUDIO: We lose the love we need by letting imperfections scare us
We don’t know how to love until we learn to set our egos aside
A warm and loving heart can finally turn to cold indifference
When I feel too much ambition, my ego has gotten too inflated
I’d love to move to the Caribbean, so what’s been keeping me here?