I live in a 700 sq foot downtown loft that I spent 3 months designing and renovating. I've made more happy memories here than I can count.

Now I'm giving up my home to crash on a friend's musty couch.

Why?

It's simple. My lifestyle costs more than just money; it costs me courage. When you're trying to make big changes in your life, cash flows are...unpredictable.

Clients come and go. Your new venture might not generate revenue for 6 months. You might have to take three weeks off to focus on learning a new skill.

Money becomes less about investment and more about survival. Mentorship, courses, coaching....all those things are scary to toss cash at when a significant chunk necessarily gets taken out of your account every month just to live.

For your life to drastically evolve, both your inner world and external circumstances need to be versatile and quick to adapt. Remember: a new life never comes without costing you your old one.

The funny part is, I used to preach the importance of the little things: of living in a calm and beautiful space, of beautifying all the tasks of everyday life into ritual. Nothing made me happier than cooking dinner in my beautiful kitchen.

I know I'll miss my home dreadfully. That's actually another motivation for this decision: there is truly such a thing as being too comfortable to make change.

The term for this is golden handcuffs. People with well paid jobs and comfortable lifestyles are far less likely to take the plunge into their own venture, even if it's been a lifelong dream.

Ask yourself: could you live your current life indefinitely with only mild dissatisfaction? Are you willing to let that life go?

As for me, I've been wearing those handcuffs for almost two years now, and it's time to take them off.

Love,

Divs