Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

I'm sorry I haven't posted in awhile; it's been a very busy time.

I got the job in Crescent City, making significantly more than I'm making now. So, without hesitation, I accepted the offer and knew that in the three weeks before my start date I would need to resign from my current position, pack up everything I couldn't live without into my tiny Mini Cooper, and start somewhere new.

That's a big concept you know. Starting somewhere new. For someone like me who was born sixty miles from where I currently live and has only lived within that 60 miles their entire life, up and moving 800 miles on a whim and some hopeful grace has a lot of apprehension associated with it.

I am surprisingly calm. Mainly because I have this loving, bright, inexorable force of support from my friends and family. No one has whined about me moving. Everyone is smiling, and glowing, and squeezing my shoulders and saying "Good LUCK." Be the one that gets out of San Bernardino. Be the one that lights the way so we can leave too.

My friend Star gave me a lovely note that did, in fact, reaffirm everything I needed to hear, which was exactly her intention. She put one of my favorite poems with it, which is Our Greatest Fear by Marianne Williamson.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other

people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.

And the last part punched me in the gut as I read, tears welling from my eyes. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. My loved ones see that and push me forward so that I can be that example, and I am beyond grateful.

It is because I am loved that I am able to dream so big. It is because I am loved that I have been able to accomplish what I have in this life and hope for more. As I have said before, everything I am and everything great I try to do is nothing but one huge living testament to the people who give so much to me.

Today I'm packing. I've done so little traveling that I only have three small duffel bags, so I'm running over to Goodwill to see if they have any cheap luggage. Of all the things I'm feeling though, fear isn't one of them. Neither is anxiety, really.

I am open and loving and joyous and grateful. I have enough gas money to get there and that's all that matters.

Ready. Set. GO.