I exist because I say I do.
Why, I keep wondering, did it take me so long to figure this out? If I had figured this out as a teenager, I would be so much further along now. But, no, I needed other people to say I exist, or I didn’t. I depended upon other’s perceptions of me. Without them I disappeared.
Perhaps it took me this long because there were many lessons in this life I needed to learn? I don’t know.
This is how it works now: I say I am a writer. Therefor I am one. And I am. That’s how I make my living.
I say I am a coffee reviewer. Therefor I am one. Now I get free coffee because companies send it to me to review. Why? Simply because I said so. No one else validated me.
I also say I am a beer reviewer. Now I get free beer. (The maintenance guys in my apartment complex see this and view me as a genuine hero.)
That’s how it works.
I am because I say I am.
Life is so much better this way.