I will never forget the day I brought this guy home, and it's not because of the two pounds of cuteness that clung to me for dear life as I guiltily pulled him away from the only family he'd ever known. In fact, he'll never know how much I was dually clinging onto him. I lost my job that morning, a completely unexpected whirlwind of both trepidation and relief. And while my mind begged to reason that everything was crashing down, my heart possessed a calmness that I could not yet grasp. // I was free. The 100-hour work weeks that had left little time for sleep were behind me, and while my body yearned to go find a job, any job, to avoid the fear of the unknown, again, my heart begged me to believe: in myself, in this small creative business that was bursting from my fingertips, in my clients. So, I did something that went against every part of my character. I sat. I gave myself 30 days of job-hunting inaction to see if I could sustain a life of bill-paying and wanderlusting behind my very own computer screen. I challenged myself to pursue the life I talked about living. // So, here we are. Me. And, Nugget. Ninety days later. We're still surviving. I've been able to design a lot of really cool sh*t in 90 days. I've also been able to climb a lot of really cool rocks. Because, freedom. It's everything to me. And, to each and every one of you who helps make this freedom possible, thank you from the deepest crevice of my exploding heart.