I feel nervous. And not the kind of nervous that has a tinge of excitement, but the kind that is pushing at my seams, daring me to be overwhelmed.

I smile in wonder at myself. How am I even doing this? How I get to this? I ask myself. Just a few months ago, I had no motivation to do anything other than go to work and go to the gym a few times a week. Now, this is my first time at the gym in months because I decided “the fitness classes weren’t hard enough.”

Two summers ago, things were just gathering momentum when my whole world came crashing down and I had to rebuild my life.

I had to wait for the dust to settle from my “spiritual overhaul”, excavate the mess I found in soul and hope that my feet will land in this reality again.

My journey took a sudden and drastic turn while I was in Montenegro in July 2017. It was as if a veil lifted and I could see through the reality I lived in, into a spiritual reality.

Here's to the fierce, somewhat reckless, totally relentless following of my heart. No more business blueprints, online marketing, etc. etc.

I knew I could do more. So I made a decision: I'm going to make this year - my 25th on planet Earth - different from any other.  I'm going to make it REALLY count.

Working in a humanitarian crisis is not easy, but so worth it. I met the brightest lights in humanity and also the darkness in humanity. And found the gold.

I often have this nag­ging feel­ing that I’m wast­ing my time in school.  I read sto­ries about young entre­pre­neurs who started and grew their own busi­nesses while in uni­ver­sity, or even high­school and I feel like I am falling behind with each pass­ing day.

The prob­lem with try­ing to carve my own path is that my work­load never ends.  Every­thing that I dis­cover becomes one more task I could do grow my busi­ness or improve my life.  I’ve learned that I can’t just work, work, work or I’ll burn ou