Transformation of any kind always exacts a holy tussle. The newborn butterfly struggles to open its wings so it can conjure up the strength to fly. So, too, with artists, inventors, mystics, and entrepreneurs.

Doing work you love is the dizzying path of saying yes to yourself and yes to a brilliant, hidden self you do not yet know.

You can't force yourself to say "yes" to a bigger life. You will do it in your way. You will do it when smallness hurts too much.

You are meant to succeed in the work you love. Your desire will take you all the way.

What is your real work? Is it that which pays the bills or is it your art? I think your real work is healing. Whatever helps you become more loving in this lifetime. Whatever helps you forgive yourself, embrace yourself, meet yourself, and free yourself in this lifetime.

You belong in the life of your dreams. And you don't belong anywhere else.

Don't pressure yourself to target a market. Hit the mark instead. Pay homage to your own connection. Quantity flocks to quality and quality comes from purity. Purity wails. Integrity taps a nerve. Inspiration slips beneath the skin of yoru skin and turns disinterested strangers into warm-bodied kin.