The single greatest act of self-love I have ever performed was to draw a line in the sand and say, "Despite my fears, from this point forward, I'm going to honor my self and my gifts." To begin writing again and to express my divinity was an act of self-love. It was also one of the most difficult things I've ever done. I knew my abundance was tied to writing, but the thought of having no job and the prospect of an even further impoverished existence was terrifying. This had always been the fear that held me back from expressing my truth in the world.

I had been writing on and off for years, with almost every article I wrote being published. I wrote a newsletter for over four years that gained an audience around the world. I had also selfpublished a book of poetry, taught some workshops, and had done some inspirational talks and private consultations. All this I did in between working at other jobs—in a world I felt I did not fit into. It seemed as if the only decision and choice I had never made was the one to simply surrender every joyless thing I was doing to please others, tow the line, and make a living.