Your alarm goes off at 5:45 AM. Instantly, your chest tightens with the usual mix of panic and dread at the thought of yet another unhappy workday ahead.

You drag yourself out of bed with the willpower of a heavyweight fighter. Knowing that at least your favorite caffeinated elixir is less than five minutes away.

Surely, I thought, there’s gotta be other options for how I’m spending my time, talents, and energy. I daydreamed of starting my own business. Sharing stories of my journey. Helping others.

Yet, newly married with a mortgage, car payment, aging pets, and a shit load of fear, could I really walk away from my “good job” to launch an entrepreneurial passion project?

After the photo, Seth casually turned to me and said something expectant like, “How are you?” He looked directly into my eyes with a look of genuine sincerity to hear my response, and I froze.

I felt like a lost child standing in front of a wise guru. Tears instantly streamed down my face, and I melted into a soggy heap of overwhelm.