Called out at 3:30 am in my kitchen by a beautiful Scandinavian badass who interrupted all of my excuses as to why I couldn’t go after the dreams I secretly held–telling me she didn’t effing care.
“Decide what you’re going to do. And DO it.” She cut me off with these same words for half an hour. By 4:10 am New Year’s Day 2005, I was finally naked with my dreams and no excuses, angry, terrified, insecure and… truthful.
You are reading this website today because of Marin and this moment.