The moment you decide that where you’ve been is not where you’re going.
The pause in the electric atmosphere that whispers — Go.
The tingle up your spine that reassures you– Yes. This.
It’d be nice if your delicious life was handed to you on a silver platter. Super easy if you could snap your hot little fingers and get the job or the body you crave.
If you are ready for divine and human elbow grease to work for you. Join me.