At one point in my early 20's many thought I was living the dream. Financial abundance allowed me to foolishly live lavishly. The more I spent on fancy parties, gifts, vacations the more people applauded. Little did they know how empty inside I felt.

Fast forward to my late 20's when I deep-dove into my spiritual awakening journey, I remember feeling so happy, fulfilled, content at the end of my first (of two) years training in a cloistered ashram. Hadn't touched (or needed) money for almost a year.

Today? If you didn't know any better, you'd think I'm penniless. How's that saying go about judging a book by its cover? ;)