A little over a year ago I experienced the worst failure of my life. As much as others say, “It wasn’t a failure because you learned something etc etc”… I failed. I failed miserably. I had taken the biggest risk of my life in moving down south to LA a year prior with opportunity glowing in my eyes and the willingness to work my butt off, but for one reason or another everything fell apart. When I knew it was time to go, I was heartbroken. With tears in my eyes, I had to tell one of my best friends in what will probably remain for the rest of my days one of the hardest moments I’ve had to go through…that I had to leave and it was time for me to rebuild my life from the ground up. I packed up my stuff into a gigantic suburban and drove home. What I’ve never told anyone was what that drive home was like. I cried for 3 hours straight until I had nothing left in me to even shed out…and spent the other 3 hours in absolute head-hanging shame. I was humiliated. I had failed in business, I had to leave people I love dearly, I tore my body to pieces and my heart was in a very bad place. That failure ripped me to shreds, and when I got home, I made a decision that day to never again turn myself into a failure because I had failed. In a little over a year, everything has changed. Everything. Body. Mind. Soul. And here I am tonight, after making a decision this afternoon…another big risk…that I’ve been thinking about for months on end. I’m going all in, fully answering my deepest calling to help change the lives of others. This time though, I’m betting on myself. This time, it’s my own sweat equity that’s going to make it all happen. My dream is right there in front of me and I’m going to reach out and take it. It’s a risk…a huge one…but it’s either live to tell the story or die trying. Time to move mountains.