I'm moving. This has been a while in the making. Over the last year, I've wondered if it might be time for a move. At one point, it felt urgent, “Yes, it's time. Go now.” When I felt restless and discontented, a move looked like the remedy. My mind would start rushing, figuring out where I would live and all the details that would need to be handled. I would think about packing up my house, which would feel overwhelming. Noticing these feelings was my guide. They were the wake-up call that I was ahead of myself.

Over the last two years, I have found myself on a path of dismantling old ideas and paradigms of what it takes to have a successful business, serve, and contribute to the world in a way that funds my spirit and my life.
I have met my conditioning time and time again. What do I mean by that? I've come face to face with the internal beliefs that have driven many of my actions throughout my career.

Why was I so tired? The weekend went well, people were engaged, and I had fun. At first, I attributed it to doing something new, and similar to building new muscles, we can get fatigued. Later, I would realize that the exhausting part wasn't that I was new at it; it was because I was trying to be good at it.

I was sitting on my couch, having a cup of coffee, and reading when a loud thump made me jump. I looked over and realized a bird had collided with my window. While reading “When birds hit windows,” this sentence stood out for me, “Most often, window collisions happen because birds see various reflections in the glass and mistake those reflections for something real.” My immediate thought when reading this was, “Yeah. I get it. Me too.”