It seemed crazy to outsiders, but inside, I knew my drive for becoming an entrepreneur was crazier. 

 “You quit your job with no plan B? What?! That’s crazy!”

If I had a dollar for every time someone said that to me, I would have made 6 figures the first week I decided to quit my full-time job. Despite the $550 in my bank account, wedding to somehow pay for, and an unemployed fiance, I took the leap anyway.

Even if no one else believed that I could.

October 26, 2016 was the day I decided to take a chance on myself and say FUCK a plan B. There was fear-- lots of fear-- but even more excitement, even more thrill at the idea of complete and utter FREEDOM.

I was done with stagnation, done struggling to pay the bills while working according to someone else’s rules. I had let my dependency on consistent income trap me-- physically, emotionally, and spiritually. 

Today, things are different. 

I built my business from the ground up, never allowing the word “failure” to enter my vocabulary. Long nights and bottomless coffee, I sat right down and got to work. The universe has a way of working these things out. I doubled my monthly income from my full-time job two weeks after I quit. Now, I’m living my dream, traveling the world with my husband helping creative visionaries map out theirs.

I look back at the girl sitting beneath the fluorescent lights from 9-5, depressed, angry, wondering what else was out there for her, too scared to trust her gut and take a leap. I look back at her and I thank her for her bravery, thank her for starting her voyage. 

You are the only person who can make it happen. You are the only person who can make the decision that enough is ENOUGH. You deserve the life you have always dreamed of.

Are you ready to begin your voyage?