For years, one of my soul contracts has referred to me as “the mechanic” because I am a fixer. For many moons we have been spiritual sandpaper for one another. Consistently grating on each others character defects, until finally we were brought front and center, into the heart of our own work. I used to be the kind of mechanic that would show up at your doorstep to fix your toilet, that I decided was broken. While I was in there, I would find many other things I decided needed fixing, so I would give you a list. As you can imagine, that was not a very successful way to do business. I am happy to report, that I no longer have to advertise my nifty mechanic skills. If someone needs me, they simply call to make an appointment, and I will stop by if I am available.