What do you want to do when you grow up?

Not too long ago I was remembering being asked that question as a child, and my answer was always “a surgeon!”

No one told me I should be a doctor and there were no doctors in my family, so although many kids answer that they want to be a doctor, for me, in my family, it was not an expected answer.

And it wasn’t just ANY doctor that I wanted to be, it was a SURGEON.

Something about opening someone up and digging in to see what’s going on and then “fixing” the problem.

Today I realize that I am a surgeon of sorts. I dig and go deep to find what is ailing someone and I don’t stop until I “get in there” and peel away all the layers.

I guess you could say I’m a soul surgeon!

Though I work on the physical body too, I usually go deeper to get to the root of the issue, which takes me straight to the soul.

You have to be willing and READY to go there. I can’t do surgery without your consent and your readiness. Sometimes that means bringing up the ugly; years and decades of false pretenses and drama can rise to the surface. It might not be all roses and butterflies!

But if you’re willing to stick it out and go all the way, you will be stitched up properly and have as smooth a recovery as can be.

Scalpel, please!