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I asked my sister to take my picture today, for a magazine article.
Just relax, she said. So I did.

Laura’s latest post, Spring Colors on the Amalfi Coast, brought forth that old itch in me. For a moment I was completely overwhelmed with love, desire and an aching longing to be there. Memories were conjured of sounds, smells, sights, sensations.

It’s been almost four years since we were last there. It hasn’t changed from what I can see. I have changed – a lot – but some things will always remain the same. My infatuation with that place is one of them.

I can’t go anywhere right now. Every single penny I have, or had, has gone to opening the salon. Now it’s Ramen noodles all the way
There are no funds for travel, and that’s okay for now. The salon is a dream come true and I knew I’d have to make some sacrifices to make it happen.

But gosh. What I wouldn’t give to be there again.

I don’t like girls.

I have said this so many times, often followed by a “girls are terrible” said with a disgusted face. Girls are mean. Treacherous. Evil.

How ironic to realize that I am now surrounded by girls – half my age, twice my age, near, far and everything in between – that are the most wonderful, kind, supporting people imaginable. People that I rely on for big and small, people that I stand by through thick and thin. People that I love, and will go to great lengths to support in return. We laugh and cry together, we talk about everything. They enrich my life, they make me a better person.

How ironic also that most of these girls have one thing in common:

They don’t like girls.

I am a dreamer and a doer, I once wrote about myself. For many years I would only dream – I sat in my room and built these big, beautiful dreams for myself, then felt sorry for myself for sitting in my room without having any of those things I dreamed about. I was jealous of The Others, those who were out there in the world living lives I could only dream about.

Somewhere along the way, something clicked inside of me. I realized that if I wanted any of my dreams to come true, I had better start doing something about it or I’d never get anywhere. I was the only one who could change my reality, change my life.

So I did. I became a doer.

Just thinking and dreaming doesn’t do much. You have to put all of your determination and hard work towards fulfilling that dream if you want it to come true. But if you don’t dream, how do you know which way to go?

To dream is the beginning, the light in the dark, the leading star that keeps you on the right track. The dream is the starting point, that tells you which steps to take and choices to make to create and make reality of the goal, the dream.

You want fame? Well, fame costs.
And right here is where you start paying.
In sweat.

You can do it. If I can do it,  you can too.

Go. Dream. Create.

Live.