I’ve had this blog running through my head for weeks now, but every time I’ve sat down to write it, it just feels too – overwhelming. Too honest. Too real. Too much like a Smiths lyric that’s been circling through me for years – yes, years – now: “And what a terrible mess I’ve made
Much has been made about the (supposedly) dreaded Mercury retrograde that rolls in a few times each year. I recently read that one of my favorite bloggers had rescheduled the launch of a big business reveal to avoid the any potential danger of Mercury’s backward spin through the sky. I’ve also heard of an author
I have a lot of goals. I’ve always been one to make bucket lists, New Year’s lists, to-do lists, constantly keeping an eye on the short and long-term. So often, I’ve look at other people who see to be moving towards their dreams and would ask, “How do you it all?” For years I felt
Start a business. Write a book. Quit a life-draining job. Travel the world. What are the things you really want to do, but feel like you can’t quite take the leap? How are you waiting to express yourself? What do you feel you are hiding from the world? What needs to finally be set free?
Okay, I hear you: you’re creative, you’ve got a great idea (or ten), and you’ve always wanted to do something with your life. You think that if you could just make it happen – write that book, launch that project, get yourself out into the world in a big way – that you would change