November 3rd is a massive momentous anniversary for me. 2 years ago, I decided to pack almost everything I loved into 2 suitcases (the thing I loved the most I had to leave behind) and boarded a one-way plane headed to Los Angeles. To a land I've only read about and never really experienced. In these last 24 months, I've conquered a great number of very scary things. I bought some daisy dukes <gasp>. All of which were super-duper outside my comfort zone. The unconquerable things I believed were scary were just cardboard cut-out monsters, with no actual beating heart. I tapped them lightly with my palm and they fell over. I stepped out of the warm bath of banal familiarity and I flew right into my highest potential imaginable. My income quintupled, I learned to drive, and I carved out a gorgeous life, filled with beauty and joy and love.
This world is meant to be eaten voraciously. Squozen till its very last drop is in your mouth. (And the mouths of your friends.) You are meant for only joy. Run towards what you love, unbridled, to the highest extent the law will allow. Ruthlessly delete the naysayers. The HOW doesn't matter. That answer will come. The Universe will rearrange itself for you to make your vision a reality. But you must first craft your vision as clearly as possible.