Path to YOU.

Ok ... so there are a few blogs swirling around in this brain of mine right now.
Alas, I have decided to share another's blog today.

Is it long?: YES
Is it worth the read?: YES

Who is it for?: EVERYONE
Who is it for (take II)?: Those oft-called "restless spirits" who feel and KNOW there is more to this crazy-awesome-beautiful-tragic-awe-some-(again)-life each of us is LIVING right this moment.

SMILING a warm-hearted smile. :)
I truly ADORE individuals' "moments of REALIZATION/REMEMBERING!"
I feel truly HONORED when I can bear witness to this through coaching, be-friending or merely reading/watching personal accounts on-line or on TV.

Oh, and, realizing/remembering what, you ask?

Realizing/Remembering YOUR TRUE and "HIGHEST" SELF ... and, incidentally, the unique and sorted path in which one (we) "get there!".
(ooooooooh, it kicks serious arse!!!)


Read On (from themiddlefingerproject.org) Sign up for this one, people!!!

"Yesterday, a reader emailed me this:

Ok. I’ve added you to my “HEROS” list on Twitter because you’re absolutely one of the people I’ve come across that I want to emulate in some form or fashion (sans the dress and overseas love affairs with men).

Anyway, I’ve combed through your blog quite extensively (a literary masterpiece) and I can’t seem to really round up your story.

I guess, if you have just a moment, I’d love to hear who you are and how you started.

Well, I took that suggestion to heart, because I realized that I haven’t really told my story in full, because I always try & keep my focus on the reader.

But maybe it’s time.

I hope you can take something from it.

And when you’re tempted to send me hate mail for publishing such an obnoxiously long post, you’ve got the guy who sent me that email to thank. ;) While you’re at it, you should also probably tell him that overseas love affairs are so worth it.

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OBLIVIOUS
When tears silently fell from her cheek upon finding the note from her lover, 3 days before their daughter was born that read: ”I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

ASHAMED
When classmates asked me what my daddy did for a living. I lied & told them he was Crocodile Dundee, and had to be in Australia to tame the outback.

CONFUSED
When we used different money than everyone else to buy bread & milk.

BITTER
When I was 14 and stood waiting in the hospital for my step dad to come out of the doctor’s office. He handed me a phamplet. It read, “Helping Your Family Cope with Terminal Cancer.”

NOSTALGIC
When I would hear Puff Daddy’s “I’ll Be Missing You” come on the radio after he died, just a few short months later, after tearfully asking me to call him “dad” instead of “Jimmy,” like I always had. I got to call him it twice.

MORTIFIED
When it was just me & my mom after that, and all of the other 15 year olds had basements underneath their houses. We had wheels.

FRUSTRATED
When my mother’s debilitating anxiety & social disorder prevented her from ever coming to watch me play volleyball more than once in 4 years. We were almost state champions.

RELIEVED
When the founder of Monster.com thought I was worthy enough to be awarded a 4-year, all-expense paid scholarship to a private, liberal arts school—room & board included. The scholarship was based on financial need & demonstrated entrepreneurial spirit. My mom cried.

GUILTY
When I took the scholarship and left her all alone.

SADDENED
When an unexpected card would arrive with $50 that she didn’t have inside, telling me to go buy myself something pretty.

ANNOYED
When, 6 years later, I found myself in that same hospital waiting room. But this time, it was my mother I was waiting for to come out of the doctor’s office.

SCARED
When I realized the seriousness of the matter.

PATIENT
When she taught me how to pay all of the bills, as I wrote out check after check from her hospital bedside, as nurses came in and out to take her blood.

LIVID
When the doctor’s arrogant insensivity to her pain one day made her weep.

VENGEFUL
When I let him have a piece of my 20 year old mind.

FRUSTRATED
When college friends ragged on me for not going out that weekend to party.

RESENTFUL
When I couldn’t.

SHOCKED
When I got the phone call while driving to my first day at my internship at a local TV station.

DEVASTATED
When, by the time I got to our house, the coroner had taken her body & simply left a note on the door.

BITTERSWEET
When, 4 months later, I walked across the graduation stage & got my college degree, not even bothering to look out into the crowd for a familiar face, knowing there wouldn’t be one.

INDIFFERENT
When I hastily auctioned off all of our things.

LOST
When I sold our house & moved to Costa Rica—mostly because I didn’t know what else to do.

DISTRAUGHT
When I loved it there, but still felt the pressing need to “live up to my potential” & become a CEO.

HOPEFUL
When I flew back to the United States several months later to interview for my first real job.

WORRIED
When I realized that I didn’t have a home to return to.

GRATEFUL
When the job went so well, I received a promotion to head up marketing efforts.

DISHEARTENED
When I’d see planes pass by my office window, and longed to be one of the passengers on board.

DISAPPOINTED
When the realization came that I could only be one of those passengers for up to two weeks a year, from now until the day I retired.

DISILLUSIONED
When I discovered that my dreams of corporate success were never worthy of my time.

DESPAIRED
When others told me I was naïve, and that I just had to suck it up.

LONELY
When those same people spent Thanksgiving & Christmas with their families.

ARROGANT
When I quit my job in 2007 & decided to become a freelance copywriter instead.

FOOLISH
When I actually thought that spending my time developing corporate communications materials that didn’t interest me would be any better.

EXCITED
When that same year, Escape Artist gave me a contract to write an eBook on visiting Costa Rica.

SMART
When I realized they didn’t have exclusive rights, and I could develop my own site & sell the book there, too.

DETERMINED
When I laboriously tried to learn HTML.

ELATED
When I saw my very first sale come through Clickbank.

INTRIGUED
When I discovered the world of Google Adwords.

ADDICTED
When it became apparent that you really can make money online.

CONFIDENT
When I painstakingly slaved over a book proposal to write a non-fiction narrative titled, “The Truth About Mangoes.”

TORN
When I repeatedly received the infamous rejection letter (after rejection letter after rejection letter after rejection letter).

DESPERATE
When I wasn’t making as much money online as I thought I would, and had to borrow money from a boyfriend to pay my $1,000 a month rent.

HOPELESS
When I caved to pressure & agreed to take a job as an advertising account executive in order to pay the bills.

ENCOURAGED
When I got contract after contract signed on the spot.

UNCERTAIN
When, in my heart, I knew I needed more that signatures & commissions.

PETRIFIED
When, despite that knowledge, I was too scared to make any bold moves, knowing that I had no one in the world to back me up if I failed.

INCENSED
When I stood by and watched that fear get the best of me.

OPTIMISTIC
When I returned to school for my master’s degree in Teaching English as a Second Language.

ANXIOUS
When I imagined that my degree would allow me to indefinitely travel the world, and make anywhere I pleased my home.

IRRITATED
When loan applications were denied without a parent co-signer.

STUBBORN
When I decided that I would teach English online as a way to make up for it.

HEARTBROKEN
When, at a time when I was just barely making ends meet with $26 in my checking account, my good friend told me I needed to find a new place to live so her boyfriend could move in.

DEFEATED
When I had no choice but to go stay with a mysterious new guy I had been seeing.

DESTROYED
When, a few weeks later, I fought for my life as the mysterious new guy almost strangled me to death, and physically threw me outside onto the pavement because I was late.

HOPELESS
When I was alone & scared in the middle of the night, with everything I owned and no place to go.

ANGUISHED
When a friend told me it was my own fault, and that if I had only just played by the rules & had continued to go to work everyday like everyone else, I would have had had a savings & would have never have been in that situation.

OBSTINATE
When I decided to start The Middle Finger Project as a way to find people who GOT IT. Who got ME, and this NEED to seek MORE out of life…despite the consequences.

DILIGENT
When I taught myself everything I needed to know about blogging via endless Google searches.

VALIDATED
When my ideas were well-received, and I began to grow an audience.

COURAGEOUS
When I remembered how good my online success felt in 2007, and decided to learn as much as I could about affiliate marketing.

AMAZED
When some months I was making > $1000+ as a result.

EXHILARATED
When I found myself up until the wee hours of the night writing for the blog, which told me I was finally on the right path.

DEDICATED
When I decided I wanted to make it my full-time gig.

INSPIRED
When I continued on with TMF, and began plotting & executing some other online projects as well.

PEACEFUL
When my influence online grew & grew, and I began making more & more money. Just the other day, I made over $600 in one day from my efforts as an affiliate alone (my salary at the 9-5 was approximately $130/day after taxes, though in all fairness, I don’t make over $600 every day Monday-Friday as an affiliate, though it evens out.) In addition, a few weeks ago, I was able to yield several thousand dollars through pre-sales for my new book, in the span of one week. (Sold at a significantly reduced price.) Once the book launches this Wednesday, it will yield that and more now, and will continue to yield me an income over time.

INVIGORATED
When I decided to move to Chile, simply because I wanted to, and I can, since I no longer have to be in any one physical location, thanks to the internet.

HAPPY
When I looked around me yesterday, took a sip of my wine, and finally felt like I was doing what I was meant to do, and being what I was meant to be…despite the long road it took to get here.

That said, I have a message.
For everyone out there thinking to yourself that it’s unrealistic, YOU ARE WRONG.

For everyone out there shackled by fear, telling yourself that you could lose everything, YOU ARE RIGHT.

And for everyone out there that, despite that knowledge, is still willing to risk it by fighting for something more out of this fleeting speck of time we’re granted here on earth, YOU ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO WILL TRULY SUCCEED.

Because at the very least, you know that you did everything you could.

Not many people can say the same."