When I was about five years old, I was on a trip to the city with my family when I lost my wallet.
Somehow I had saved up fifty dollars - a significant fortune for my five year old self - so the level of devastation I experienced when somehow I wasn’t able to find my life’s savings, contained within my precious wallet, was profound.
A few years ago this experience came to the surface as I was doing some inner work and excavation around feelings of loss, betrayal and scarcity - all of which were certainly cultivated by the episode of my lost wallet.


