Today is an anniversary for me. Of falling 18ft over a balcony onto cement only to have a broken arm. On a full moon nonetheless. Friday the 13th, 2013. On a whim had I had moved to LA a few weeks prior.

A catalyst to a new start. I know I chose to stay alive and live my purpose. One I’ve worked intensely for and the pieces all seem to be falling into a place in such a profound way, all at once. Like a puzzle what I didn’t know, I didn’t know.

Now.

I feel exceptionally grateful for what is happening in my life currently, the people in it and the momentum to imaginatively create my dreams. I’ve allowed ideas to flourish while working relentlessly towards them in the pursuit of purpose.

Since living in LA my experiences have been at times, exceptionally surreal. I strive every day towards my greatest and best. Even through my setbacks and perfectionism of questioning if there is a different way to be than the wayward, free-spirited way I am.

Yet, I know that’s only societal conditioning and surrender it when it comes up, to total self acceptance of the now. Knowing there is a meaning to the path I’ve chosen.

Destiny is taking me along its course and the people in my life astound me, I feel so fortunate. The experiences that I’ve had throughout life, have shaped who I am and for that I’m grateful. I feel deep love in my heart for living, life and what will come.

I’m elated for what the future holds.

xo,

Nicole