The Journey is the Reward

Three years ago, I decided to use myself as a guinea pig to see what’s possible in realizing dreams.

Since then, I’ve dedicated myself to helping people wake up motivated and fall asleep fulfilled because they’re fearlessly giving their gifts to the world. In reality, I’ve been dedicated to helping myself wake up motivated and fall asleep fulfilled because I’m fearlessly giving my gifts to the world.

When I woke up yesterday, something clicked. The culmination of everything I’ve been working toward my entire life suddenly made sense. The purpose for my journey and all of my experiences over the last few years seemed obvious. I felt different. Better. On fire.

I worked furiously the entire day (and night) with more clarity than I’ve ever felt before. It was as if I was walking around with weak vision for an entire year and suddenly put contacts in my farsighted eyes. Ahhh. I saw the details on the trees, the birds soaring in the sky, and the beautiful landscape standing before me.

I saw the future I want to create. I felt ready. Now felt right on time.

When I fell asleep last night, it was the first time that I can honestly say that I felt deeply fulfilled and exhausted. The difference? I was living on purpose without distractions and in an environment and state that enabled me to create.

It took me three years and a hell of a journey to get where I am today. (And I’m only just getting started!) What began as a voice deep inside of me that I couldn’t ignore and a personal promise to trust my gut turned into three major moves across the country (Chi -> SF -> NYC -> Boulder), me selling nearly all my belongings, working with over 20 start-ups and brands, at one point only having $80 in my checking account, and making many mistakes and learning many lessons along the way.

The journey was not easy. But every step has been worth it.

I went off path. I got distracted. There were times that I lost sight of why I was doing what I was doing. I had panic attacks and emotional breakdowns. At times I felt lost and alone.

I picked myself back up. I took a deep breath and realigned myself. I pushed my boundaries, scared the shit out of myself, and knew that I had explored far beyond my comfort zone. I felt intense depth, meaning, and purpose. I experienced euphoria and deep fulfillment. I felt alive. So fucking alive.