You tried. Really gave it a shot. Struggled + strived. But you’re convinced, now: it’s not possible.
This whole designing your ideal life + business thing. This whole making art and filling your bank account thing. This whole joy + success + hot sex + abundance + inspiration + waking up THRILLED to create, serve + thrive thing.
Possible for her. For him. For them. For the special, the privileged, the early-adapters, the “lucky.” Not for you.
AS fucking IF.
Every single day, my clients + comrades show me what’s POSSIBLE. And it pickles my brain, and zaps open my eyes.
THIS is what’s possible. For the ordinary + extraordinary, for the overambitious + undernourished, for valedictorians + drop-outs, for those who chose wisely + those who made disastrous mistakes, for geekettes + tech-phobes, for dyed-in-the-wool entrepreneurs + Renaissance souls, for complicated + simple + hard-working + lazy + COMPLETELY NORMAL + HUMAN people like YOU.
THIS. is IT.
IT IS POSSIBLE … to skip college and run a Washington DC think-tank instead, to say FUCK on your self-realization + spirituality blog, to be ousted from your own damn ‘wellness + lifestyle’ company, and land the #1 spot on MULTIPLE Amazon bestseller lists — before your book even launches. While raising a kid. And remarrying a husband. And lint-rollering dog hair off your jeans. Done, and done!
IT IS POSSIBLE … to immigrate from India to Canada, nestle yourself in a spirit-lifting home with an ocean view like triple-distilled heaven, and spend your afternoons admiring sun-bathing sea lions on the shore. To make your living as a professional energy worker — aligning chakras over the phone, and unfolding miracles in virtual classrooms. For serious? YES!
IT IS POSSIBLE … to spend half the year traveling the world + the other half in a frugal + fabulous apartment, blogging about your adventures, getting published in glossy magazines + creating calendars + postcards that inspire girls around the world to be courageous + bold. It’s happening!
IT IS POSSIBLE … to spend your days spraying gallons of glitter on Styrofoam stars in a groovy downtown LA warehouse, and spend your nights painting portraits of beautiful women with antlers. She’s doing it!
IT IS POSSIBLE … to spend ten years as a stripper, co-create a profitable real estate empire, dip your toes into yoga instruction,
and then rise into your most epic adventure to date, as a whip-cracking business coach — all from your double-decker duplex in the Midwest. Hot damn!
IT IS POSSIBLE … to write a novel and trash it. To pour your heart into your first career and chuck it. To buy a house and decide you don’t want it. To find yourself spinning — Jesus take the wheel! — into a career you never imagined could feel so right. Or so profitable. Or so prescient. To write posts like this one, and know that your words will touch ladies + gents from Munich to Melbourne. I’m livin’ it.
Take your ‘impossibles’ and cradle them, gently. Then kiss ‘em tenderly — and throw them off a moving train.