I’m an optimism evangelist, a gratitude junkie, and a mindfulness missionary; a total turnaround from who I was just a few short years ago.
For as long as I can remember, I hid behind the veil of victimhood; not so much outwardly, but inwardly for sure. I bandaged old wounds with drinking, drugs, drama/relationships. I rode the roller coaster of fear and scarcity-thinking that kept my dreams distant and the thought of finding purpose, impossible.
I’d been carting around baggage since I was a kid, trying to shuffle and sort it over the years to make the weight of it all more manageable. Yet, with guilt, grief, shame, fear, pride, anger and jealousy at the foundation, I had no chance. Especially when Greed, Regret, Failure and Envy came to visit. It would all come spilling out. The ugly truth that I had little self respect, marginal self worth, and a piss-poor relationship with God.
It wasn’t until all the shit hit the fan, like it tends to in these kinds of stories, when I was forced to really take a look at myself, inspecting for the first time my own jarring reflection. It was 2007, I was twenty-nine, and everything that I’d imagined for my life was pulled out from under me: my job, my house, my girl, my dog, my truck. And like a cowboy in a tired country song, I walked off into the sunset, sorely defeated.
As it turns out, it was the best thing that could have ever happened. In fact, it’s such a good story, I wrote a whole book about it;) It’s been deemed, a hard core Eat, Pray, Love with lesbians and surfing. Chances are, if you’ve read this far, you’ll love it.
I wrote I Think I’ll Make It in Hong Kong where I was living my dream traveling and writing. Since returning back to the US, Brooklyn NYC to be exact, I have been on the mission to live my passions, conquer my fears and hone my purpose; oh, and make a living while I’m at it.
The Year of Magical Dreaming was born out of the raw intention to try and fail and try again, with witnesses along the way to experience my commitment to success in hopes to motivate others to find theirs.
Just four years out of bankruptcy myself, I know the choke that money has on dreams and I try every damn day to swallow back that angst. I have no real game plan, no aggressive strategy, I just know that I wake up each day happier and more grateful than I ever thought possible. And I just knew I had to share.
Thank you for joining me in my journey. And more importantly, I honor you for beginning yours.