After years of substance abuse and an abusive relationship, I decided to take a time out. Away from everyone and everything I knew. Away from my loved ones so I could discover how to inhabit my body once again. The person that was living in my body did not feel like me. I had aspirations, goals, and drive, but why was I living a life that felt dull and less-than? I didn't know it at the time that this trip would be the most life-changing decision of my life. I'd be landing in the land down under. No, not Australia, at least not yet. I had arrived in the farthest place I could reach, New Zealand. 
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Some people will tell you that they had an ego-death before their life changed radically. For me, it's taken at least two or three pivotal moments before I finally arrived at a time in my life when I have drastically changed for the better.

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I finally learned how to take responsibility for my actions. I learned how to ask myself deep and painful questions so I could go deep in uncovering my wounds. Then came a tribe of people that would later became my family. A community that knew how to support me through this part of my journey. I found leaders that inspired me. People that were doing the work I had painfully put off. I learned how to peel back the layers and layers of the hard shell I accumulated over the years. I found a soft, sensitive, passionate, and absolutely badass chick that could do want she set her mind to do.