Reconfiguring the Distorted…


When we last spoke I had wings where there were once shoulders; wings borne out of taking flight, soaring, and surfing the winds of itinerancy. My life has been fluid, like water, ebbing and flowing according to the calling of my heart. I obeyed and approached the fires that refined my passions. I have pricked my ears to listen, and I have prised my eyes open; I have been alert in order not to miss the divine appointments, and I have been abundantly rewarded, spirit and soul, with treasures that can never find expression here.

My ears have translated the sounds of all which call me from a place of passion, courage, hope and faith, without which all of this seems illusionary. The very palpable nature of the voices I hear root these otherwise ephemeral experiences. I have heard them. I have seen that which defies logic, that which goes beyond ones and zeros of this world; beyond rational. I have seen magic woven in my everyday existence. I have embraced what my eyes have seen without any doubt, and I have been abundantly nurtured.

My voice now strives to be heard, and I am called to the divine appointment of being an educator, a teacher, and an interlocutor. I heard and saw the calling with my third eye and ear – pricked, prised, sensitive, sensible and most sensuous. I am called to clear my throat chakra and speak in response to my passion. NOW. Poetry—the fluids that quench deserted thoughts; the echo that resounds generations past; the source of unbreakable resolve in my life—is calling me. It spoke through the heroic voice of former South African poet laureate Mazisi Kunene:

I possess a thousand thundering voices

With which I call you from the place of the sinking sun.

I call you form the shaking of branches

Where they dance with the tail of the wind.

You are the endless abundance

Singing with the lips of all generations.

You are like a trunk lush with branches in the lake

Whom the feller of woods felled in vain,

But sprouts with new buds in summer.

When it is loaded with fruit he comes again

And eats to saturation desiring to end its seasons;

But again and again the branches shoot forth with new seasons.

I am in a place of lack, of demoralisation, of defeat, and of hunger and thirst. I am in a place where those who speak to us from the place of the sinking sun are rapidly forgotten. The sun is sinking and setting upon us. We need its light. We need its warmth, its guidance, and its reassurance. I eat to saturation from the abundance left as our legacy.  With that abundance nurturing me as a teacher, educator, and interlocutor, I have accepted the calling and divine appointment to be possessed by those thousand thundering voices that I have heard, seen, and will now speak of.

My work in its entirety in is conversation with the endless abundance which sing with the lips of all generations: Keorapetse Kgositsile, Ilva McKay, Mongane Serote, Mazisi Kunene, Dennis Brutus, Barbara Masekela, Mandla Langa, James Matthew, and many others whose voices echo the politics of Solomon Mahlangu, Bantu Biko, Moses Kotane, Duma Nokwe. This is our history which has not found its rightful place in the post-94 curriculum, and which I have accepted the calling to take to the youth in ways whose nature can only be anointed. The forces of a truth whose time has come cannot be stopped.

I travelled the breadth of the United State of America unearthing and collecting—exhuming—to bring home, the work of our exiled fathers and mothers; the stench of their sweat and the haunting darkness of their blood which they spilled for us to take and respond to in our lifetimes. These voices call us and they must possess us. I am honoured to have had the opportunity to access these resources which I have now brought home, and urged to bring to you. This is a bountiful and anointed abundance, not a reckless one.

Without the clarity of our history we cannot have clarity of vision. However, we can never be defeated as a people, for like a trunk lush with branches in the lake, we will sprout with new buds in summer. No matter how big the sledgehammer it cannot orbit the sky. Our promise of abundance is surely coming. I am now putting forth this message. I want to teach poetry from exile to all youth who are willing to receive it. I call those in care of youth to share this with them; to invite me to share with them their beautiful history which will surely have them thinking differently about themselves. I call all educators and NGO directors to employ my services. For free; by divine appointment.

I am a PhD candidate in Literary Studies at the University of Cape Town, and have, in my ownership and potentially larger ownership of my people, endless books out-of-print and rare, footage of interviews I have conducted with prominent South African and American writers, multi-media resources, and 5 solid years of teaching experience from the University of Witswatersrand and UCT. I am the change I want to see in our teaching curriculums, and the time for it is NOW. Invite me for a chat on I await all of your response.

To heal, reconstruct, redefine, and reassert our greatness…

When I was in Oakland, California last year in October, I accepted the invitation to teach young students of the Oakland Art School. I was initially concerned by the age group as my teaching experience is with youth adults of 19 years old or older. However they were very receptive and responsive, fascinated by the histories of black South Africa and black America. This inspired me to engage with the youth from my own country, and open up channels for them to learn the extent of the struggle which our mothers and fathers found themselves broiled in.

When I was in Oakland, California last year in October, I accepted the invitation to teach young students of the Oakland Art School. I was initially concerned by the age group as my teaching experience is with young adults of 19 years old or older. However they were very receptive and responsive, fascinated by the histories and relationships of and between black South Africa and black America. This inspired me to engage with the youth from my own country, and open up channels for them to learn the extent of the struggle which our mothers and fathers found themselves embroiled in.


Debrief After A Literary Pilgrimage

How do I start a gratitude piece for all the bountiful harvest that I have partaken in? That is the question that has been pushing me closer and closer to debriefing from a truly magnificent and perfect-in-every-form-ten-week-whirlwind of an American rendezvous. Well, as the trip fully and without any compromise demonstrated to me, perhaps I should start by thanking myself for the sheer tenacity, determination, courage, faith, and pure passion that has driven me to be still and hear, and be fully awake to see the signs as they presented themselves to me; to have trusted my perception instead of doubt it; to have shunned any inkling of doubt or fear; and to have honoured my own voice that has consequentially led me to my own truth.

I feel validated in my beliefs, gratified by my journey, closer to my relentless vision, and inspired to be extraordinary. I have seen in clear daylight the intensity of my own power; the unparalleled spark of possibility lying, dormant, seeking engagement with those driven by pure intentions to be creators in their own worlds; the spontaneous combustion between possibility and determination, initiative and faith, knowledge of self and passion; and the sheer magic that can be woven and witnessed in one whose higher self is in direct alignment with self. I am now possessed by a thousand thundering voices that speak with me, and through me. Where I once had shoulders I now have wings…

I am now more certain that ever that we are one with all living entities; the earth and its magnificent solar systems (this is no joke; the full moons and mercury in retrograde had me in full grips, begging for ‘normality’), the animals, plants, and human beings all form a cosmic and holistic part of who we are. I only exist because of all those living things. And there is no living without the dead—the persistent balance and harmony of life—so I have tasted the sweetest connections of them all; being awake in more worlds than this physical one; hearing, seeing, and feeling the intensity of the moment; but most importantly, trusting the moment and taking notes that I consequently use as a blueprint of my vision and dreams. Let no one succeed in convincing you your physical body is all you are!

I have grown spiritually, emotionally, mentally, intellectually, and cosmically on the literary pilgrimage I took from Amsterdam to New York, to Washington DC, to Chicago, to San Francisco/Oakland/Berkeley, to Los Angeles; following and being followed by the footstep of a sage whose guiding hand, embrace, and mentorship—felt, heard and seen without his physicality—has led me to treasures of my own soul, of the larger cosmic world of our people, of the South African literary landscape, and of the broader black diaspora. The magnitude of the alchemy on this trip is to be fully experienced in the forthcoming months of writing this dissertation, this book, and producing this documentary. I have grown creatively too. I am decidedly embroiled in the cosmic world of the arts, where being a writer has so seamlessly and without any fear or favour led me to being a filmmaker: an art form that I have enormous respect for.

I trust myself more than ever. I am not the chosen one, but I chose myself to be the one for this task. Perhaps I should rephrase and say InI (I and eye—third eye perception and reception. I’ve explained this in detail here ) chose myself; perceived of self as capable, and received the ordained calling as my own. As the wisdom of the elders does state clearly, we exist in duality, like any product of nature and life—the yin and the yan, the body and the life force, the physical and the metaphysical—must be in unison. My life force and metaphysical self, the other ‘I’ in InI, are now lounging languidly with my physical self, at one, in perfect harmony, pregnant with larger-than-my-physical-body possibilities. My voice is stronger than ten weeks ago, and my resolve is only perfectly demonstrated by the image of being possessed by a thousand thundering voices. I move because I am moved…

What follows is a continuation of a photo essay that started here


I travelled to Washington DC to interview poet, legendary jazz critic and literary historian A.B. Spellman, who was warm and happy to walk down memory lane with me


Karen Spellman was an active member of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC), which Keorapetse Kgositsile joined seamlessly when he arrived in the States


I went to meet my mentor, Professor James Miller, at the George Washington University. He was the first person who ever introduced the term ‘Black Atlantic’ to me at Wits in my Honours year, and I have been dreaming about conducting research in this field since he ran a fascinating course mapping the similarities in black South African and black American cultures in the 20th century


Fall/Autumn is pumpkin season and America has quite a family of them I tell you. All shapes, colours, textures, sizes, and flavours…


…but what do you do with so much pumpkins? Well, they have all kinds of pumpkin yumminess like pumpkin chai tea/coffee, pumpkin ice cream, pumpkin pie, pumpkin waffles, etc. Pumpkin chai tea with hot milk really moved me to tears


Of course while I was in town I thought I’d pop in and have tea with my girl Mitchelle, but the security guards had something else on their minds. They’ve since been fired 🙂


Maybe something major was happening at Mitchelle’s house! I mean snipers on top of her house?? Really??


The area between Capitol Hill and Lincoln Memorial gave way to an area of feeling deep in my heart. I was filled with all kinds of conflicting emotions from disgust to triumph


I really really love how artists engage with the city, especially at the Washington Square in New York. It is a beautiful square with all kinds of artists, and they are well-respected if the tipping is anything to go by


The student becomes the teacher. The interviewee becomes the interviewer


On my last night in NYC I managed to score tickets to a Talib Kweli performance. What an amazing experience to hear him, feel him, and be entertained by him in his native New York…


Kweli is a lyricist extraordinaire, and I was pleased that the sound at the legendary Blue Notes did justice to his flow


I have been to quite a lot of jazz performances and festivals, but never have I seen a trumpeter display such barbaric devotion to his instrument – breaking all the rules

Common Sense Concert

I arrived in Chicago on the 20th September, and the next day I prepped to dance away at this dream line up. The special guest was Kanye West, and I have to admit that I absolutely enjoyed his performance despite my better judgement of the man


In Chicago I managed to link up with my brother Ignatius from Polokwane. It was great to speak Sepedi in Chicago and crack ourselves over the mundane and magical


Sterling Plumpp – the man who made almost everything worthwhile. He led me in the right direction and guided me gently into the very dense jungle that is the political and cultural life of Keorapetse Kgositsile. I am forever indebted to him


During this interview with Keorapetse Kgositsile’s daughter, Ipeleng Aneb Kgositsile, we were visited by fireflies, hummingbirds, and butterflies. It was beyond magical. In that hot Oakland weather I was suffering (with pleasure) from chills


The way I loved the bay area – San Francisco, Oakland, Berkeley – was truly special. It will forever remain my dream destination and crush address


Don’t even ask! Okay, I’ll tell you. I went into a shop, looked around, and next thing I know there was an impromptu photoshoot and wine #hides


The beauty of the bay area. It reminded me of Cape Town with all its beautiful hills and mountains, winelands, botanical gardens, and laid back culture


I missed this documentary to celebrate 20 years of Illmatic the album, and as I was minding my own business buying books I came across this poster and immediately heeded the calling


Ipeleng Aneb Kgositsile


We caught Fourplay at the legendary Yoshi’s Jazz Bar in Oakland; one of the most reputable jazz bars in the world. The owner, Yoshi, is a Japanese beauty of soul and spirit whom I’ve been fortunate enough to spend an intense afternoon with.


The saxophonist and trombonist are from Oakland School of Arts, a public school where I have had the pleasure of teaching a literature lesson on Kgositsile. 51 Oakland, an NGO ran by Jason Hoffman and Yoshi, helps with putting arts and music back in public schools. These are the results of their work. These public school learners are playing with a legendary Latino band


I felt the power of this NGO’s work. This youngster from a public school displayed so much skill on the trombone, and all the applause certainly gave him positive self esteem and motivation


My lens caught this wonderful child


Universe please conspire!! I need to live here, even if it is for a two year fellowship, or even better, getting a post at the Berkeley campus of the University of California…


This is the NGO in discussion, 51 Oakland, and one of the co-founders Jason Hoffman. I met Jason through Ipeleng, and he was jsut so generous and kind enough to host me at his house during my stay in the bay area. There was something magical in our interaction, which has led me to my own treasures


I helped out at the event where the students were playing; selling T-shirts and garnering support for the organisation. This has moved me to decidedly be more involved in the caring for others and making a difference in the less fortunate’s lives. A challenge I take on keenly

Take Off Your Mask

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The best thing about being in an adult, which can ironically be simultaneously the worst thing, depending on your general disposition, is that you get to decide everything about your life. When you are a child under your parents’ care, they are trusted aides that can secure you in the backseat, passively journeying onwards. But then you grow up, and everything about you and your path lies entirely in your hands. You become the sole proprietor of the spiritual, emotional, psychological, sexual, and physical businesses of your life.

Ultimately there can be no one who tells you to change your job based on your visceral sadness in your work environment; nobody can tell you to leave your emotionally abusive relationship(s); nobody can decide that since you have such deep yearnings to travel it’s time you cashed in your pensions and finally took that trip; and absolutely nobody can decide for you when it is the right time to have children, join the gym, get married, get divorced, seek counselling, or start eating healthy.

This is the best thing about being an adult if you are secure and confident in your every stride. It is empowering and promises perpetual validation when you are in sync with your needs and make conscious decisions to pursue change. All of the things we have to make decisions on are about one thing: change. Change can be scary, but resisting it can stunt your growth. So ultimately, decisions have to be made, change has to be embraced, and growth must be a natural state in our lives.

The great existentialists spoke about this anxiety born in adults who cannot possibly fathom that their destinies are in their hands. Most people indeed wish they could hand over their very agencies to live a life of their making. This would essentially mean you choose to renounce your very essence, your inherent resolve, sensibilities, and desire. It would mean you give up your life force and choose stagnancy and death of the true self. It would mean you choose to conform and hide from the winds of change instead of setting sail and being propelled by them.

We are humans, not animals. You are you, not the next person. So take off that mask! You are dynamically charged with the triumphant DNA of your ancestry, who have walked with the sheer resolve of living that is unparalleled. You are the sum total of that dynamism, resolve, and triumph. You are not here by mistake; you breathe the very fuel of life. Live your life. Don’t be afraid. Do not fear change; take risks, dabble in the gamble of personal success, look out for yourself, and always know that ‘normal’ is a concept created to make us second guess ourselves. Go out and conquer fear—wage a war with yourself, and your true self shall be revealed.


In other news, I was put on these amazing guys called Koffie, Dutch, who are inspired by the music of Fela Kuti so immensely. I love their stuff, and have bought both their albums on iTunes… Do good!


Le Inspiration

My definition of living a full life is living in service of others. Let’s not mistake servitude with subservience—those are the exploitations of today’s capitalist world bent on constructing a pecking-ordered society instead of a communal and symbiotic one—servitude is a humble disposition that finds its source in those of light, discipline, humility, faith, and courage. Living a full life is using self as inspiration to others; it is sharing your inner light with fellow sentient; it is the perpetual resort to the third eye that connects our higher beings: respect for every fellow human, not only listening to them but hearing them, not only seeing them but acknowledging them; it is the virtue of honouring everyone’s right to freedom and integrity; a strength to expand and accept in your heart others’ differences; and an open heart that can offer a sanctuary to the downtrodden. A full life is that of servitude: in service of your body-temple, in service of your Qi and chakras—this brings about lightness, as opposed to both darkness and heaviness; in service of the god in others—this bring about discipline to honour your words and actions; in service of your dreams/vision with ultimate recognition of their service to others—this is the seat of humility and courage, for without fear we are propelled by faith, in whose company we are but humble and guided by our higher selves; and in service of the triumphant DNA of our ancestry, in whose wisdom we shall be guided and protected, in our dreams, our consciousness, and our divine paths…

And finally, don’t let the destructive behaviour of others destroy your inner peace!

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Heaven and Hell are Right Here on Earth


The biggest blunder in personal philosophy and growth is to believe and invest in the afterlife, or in heaven and hell. This relegates life here on earth as a liminal space between birth and heaven or hell; depending on the magnitude of your sins. It also presumes that heaven or hell are polarised stations, where a choice for one destination can simply be afforded. This repudiates the complicated dualities and layered textures of humanity, and forgoes to squander the inextricable links between heaven and hell. That is, it collapses the complexity of living in this time and space, and celebrates a life of idealism over conscious and responsible living.

A life of ‘afterlife idealism’ celebrates, as its major thrust, the destination as opposed to the journey, whereas we know that the journey is precisely where the lessons lie. To assume that there are only two destinations for the human spirit is to undermine the multifaceted nature of humans. This has a tendency to manifest in viewing all humans with a monolithic lens: you are either going here or there, either good or bad. This leads to judgement. We condemn ourselves and kill the human spirit by prescribing predetermined paths, instead of celebrating the human spirit by perpetually and persistently pioneering our own journeys.

I will take as an example the absolutely uncreative popular destination that we celebrate in society today. One is celebrated when one is born, sits, crawls, walks, goes to school, finishes school, goes to university, graduates, works, buys a house, meets a partner, procreate, push for promotion, retires, and dies. If that one is forecasting a particular heavenly future in the afterlife, then that should keep one going strong. If one seeks heaven in one’s life, then one is being heretic. If one does not comply and commit to this predetermined journey to ‘heaven’, then one has evidently, according to society, picked hell.

This malignant pathology often results in unconscious living; a life that is always forecasting a particular future without focusing in the present, which is essentially all the time that is guaranteed to us to be responsible sentients conscious of the living relationships we have with other humans, the moon and the stars, the animals, the earth, water, wind, fire. This unconscious living is beside itself with megalomania, feeding the ego for the benefit of an imagined ‘just’ human destination. It is a spirit that has no regard for the inner self and its workings; no particular investment in being in the service of others; no empathy for the human condition: a spirit in perpetual slumber…

ImageI am of the belief that heaven and hell are right here on earth, and that inasmuch as the spirit does not die when the physical body takes its last breath, we will certainly not possess this consciousness to trace its trajectory. Instead of investing time in figuring ourselves in relation to the afterlife, we can rather be fully awake to the responsibilities of this particular life we are currently afforded to journey in. One may live with the faith of a spirit that rests at peace, but one may be certain that while one is living here in the now, one may be able to get a taste of heaven (or hell, depending on their disposition).

All humans are born with a conscience, and that conscience is precisely the seat for heaven or hell. Your conscience can offer you peace or guilt. Guilt can be a force with the burning power of fire and brimstone. All religious texts, most of which I have been privileged enough to explore till now, preach the same thing: respect your mother and father; do not kill your neighbour; and strive to rise above all deadly sins. This is the thread that ties us together: an inherent humanity. It is perhaps the essence that makes us human, push us to act in a humane manner, and make us see the divine in others. No one is above their conscience.

If you kill another human, you will live in hell; if you do wrong unto your neighbour or parents you will live in hell. Your conscience will not let you find peace/heaven unless great measures are taken to absolve your sins. At any given time, when you do wrong against another human, you will feel it weigh heavily on your soul. When this happens, do not negotiate whether or not what you did was received in a negative manner by another; be steadfast to acknowledge that if it does not sit well with you, you are experiencing a gravitation towards hell.

To apologise to another human, no matter how (in)significant the crime, is to honour the divine being in you, firstly, but mostly, to explicate the clutter and the quagmire that threatens to contaminate your conscience and your soul. In the process, you honour the divine in another human. This process is sacred and divine, and has all the makings of heaven. To wake up with no heavy conscience; to live without regret; to depart daily from an uncluttered centre of who you are; to honour self as a temple; and to meditate day and night on the cleanliness of your temple: that is heaven. Allow your life to be testament that heaven is right here on earth. Light and darkness co-exist, but choose to be in the service of light.

Know thyself and you shall know heaven

The queendom of heaven is where light and divinity lies. Know thyself and you shall know heaven

Obey Your Calling


When you do what you love a world of possibilities reveals itself to you. When you make decisions about your life from looking inside—from learning what kind of spirit steers the body you are in—and obeying that tiny whirl of desire you have, expanding it and making it a resource and source of passion, all will be revealed in measured pace.

When you make life decisions by looking outwardly first you tend to obey current trends and somebody else’s idea of who you are, and what you can be. It is possible to find a world of possibilities on this path, but it is ultimately your exclusive voice, passion, desires, and resolve that will fuel you to give it your all, and make a sound contribution to what you do.

I come from a generation where most of us did not have the fortune of options and choice. Given our recent history, most of us had to study and work in industries that were not necessarily our passion, but a way to celebrate a new-found freedom by seizing new opportunities. Most had to, and still have to, support their families and alleviate their impoverished backgrounds.

I was most fortunate to spend valuable time looking inside of myself, and learning the nitty-gritties of who I am, and where I want to be (mostly because my parents could not afford to take me to university). The former was more important. Once I figured out who I am, despite all the failures and shortcoming in my school years, I realised that I had dreams, and I had talent. I started working from inside out. I exerted who I am to the world…

Studying literature was my calling, but I didn’t know what on earth I was going to do with such a mostly-leisurely subject. I followed my heart and listened to my own voice with a keen ear. I allowed my spirit to steer my thought and my movements. The world started revealing itself to me. It continues to do so. This week a world of possibilities opened, and I am rejuvenated and drunk with enthusiasm.

The work that I do is ordained. It is a true calling that birthed who I am. There was no walking away from this passion. The more I walk closer to it, the more it gives to me. I have no kind of ego in place that blinds me from seeing what is being revealed to me. I am obeying this journey—it is my master, and I am an obedient learner.

There is no greater joy and fulfilment in my life than feeling, sensually—hearing, touching, tasting, smelling, and seeing—the textures, contours, colours and depths of my capabilities; and constantly being pleasantly surprised at who I can be and what I can do. It is a matter of passion, hard work, faith, and courage.

I testify to you now: if you heed the calling of your voice, if you obey your talents, if you sow the seeds of your desires, if you look inside and not outside to find out who you can be, then you will harvest a world of possibilities. Prepare to be in a constant process of ‘being and becoming’, and make peace with not knowing where you are going, but instead trusting the coordinates of your exclusive life journey. It is not about the destination but the journey itself.

Contrary to popular belief, life is long and hard at times. You want to be living a life that fulfils you and creates a well from you to drink replenishing waters from…


It’s in your Hands…


Define your own path in life. The jewels and treasures of your own destiny lie in your hands. There is no pre-determined path, there is no fate, and there is no “meant to be” or coincidences. One of the core pillars of enlightenment and civilisation is the realisation that there is no one mapping out your life for you. You are the sole bearer of your life pole.

In defining you own path, you open up possibilities of miracles. Miracles are not magnanimous occasions where the clouds part and you read a message from heaven. No, miracles are defined in the precise moment when you recognise your power to create something out of nothing; when you are an ingredient in the alchemy of evolution and progress, when you start with an idea to create prospects of growth tomorrow.

It all starts with using what you have to change the direction of your life. Make a decision to make that call. NOW. Often times we create strong walls that stand between us and our dreams: we imagine that if we want to do that photojournalism course we would have to save R100 000 because it means we must quit our jobs to sustain ourselves while focusing on the task at hand.

How about reconfiguring your mind and using that same keen sense of foresight to project different possibilities and outcomes to your perceived shortcomings? How about rerouting the same energy to build a wall between you and your dreams, and using it to building an unbreakable resolve and aptitude to face the task at hand NOW, with passion, faith, and courage; and getting to R100 000 one day at a time?

Sense and sensibility tells us there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow (is there a rainbow?), there is no millionaire waiting to fund our dreams. The difference between finding your true voice and trusting to follow it, and deciding to lie dormant in the shroud of fear, lies solely in our hands. As an adult there should be no one commanding you; you are the captain of your own ship.

ImageDefine your own path:

  • Make that call. You will be surprised by the number of people who listen intently when you speak with a clear voice. They are readily willing to hear you, and help you.
  • Look around you. Don’t find yourself under-utilising your resources. When you have friends or people who are where you wish to see yourself, approach them and ask for mentorship. Nobody is going to awaken you to your own capabilities except yourself.
  • Take leaps of faith. It is better to have tried and failed than to live in the regret of knowing you never gave yourself a chance.
  • Don’t act big: always assume that what you know is but a sand particle in the larger beach front of life. Open yourself to learning, NOW, and all the time. Research about where you want to be, and set yourself reasonable goals.
  • If you have a dream, write a proposal. Write about what is it you want to do, how, when, where, and why. This exercise should be primarily for self—to lay out a clear and terse project in your mind before you make it manifest in the world.
  • Always research funding for what you want to do. I speak from personal experience when I say there is funding for almost everything. If you need help, ask for it. We are beyond ego at this stage. I hope.
  • Make that call. You never know. I am where I am today because I just decided to make that call. I got over projecting how the call would end, and just got on the real task of putting myself out there.
  • And finally, dream big but start small. If you want a restaurant, start with a sandwich bar.

I really love the above short documentary about reclaiming your life (even though it’s a Guinness ad). By any means necessary… It’s in your hands