Since January my life has changed a lot. I let go of a skincare line that brought me much recognition but I wasn't happy. I began teaching more and working with private clients, which was fantastic until I started to feel uninspired. But I'm doing what I love, I thought. It wasn't until this week that I realized that yes I'm doing what I love but I was still molding myself to the expectations of the industry, of others, and ultimately not listening to myself. Things have been fantastic, for sure. I feel better than ever, for sure. I'm happier than I've been in a long time, for sure. But when @jesseisrael sent me a response the other day that said, "We're on the same team, D" it reminded me that we're all in this together. All the time, just trying to figure out how to make this life work. And I forgot that as I subtly positioned myself in a way that didn't reflect that. I just got off the phone with my dad and he's a very successful entrepreneur in Baltimore who's been having a wild week, as is usual when you're running massive operations. When I asked him how he does it, how he faced so many massive challenges on a daily basis, he said, "Baby every morning you still gotta get up. Get out of bed. Do 100 push-ups and face the day." (Yes at 50-something he does 100 push-ups every morning). Some days are good. Some days are bad. But everyday we've got to get out of bed and face the day. And I think if we can remember to connect with others and be vulnerable enough to say, "hey, me too, I'm in it, here's my hand" we can get through a lot, together. A friend of mine gave me their hand the other day and reminded me it's okay to jump off to writing more, something that I love but haven't been doing. With their push, I've decided to do 100 days of writing, sharing, observing. So here goes nothing. Or everything. Who knows what unfolds when we fearlessly commit to our passions but I'm ready to find out.