The most beautiful things happen when we take courageous steps towards our soul’s calling. Read on to find out how I went from heartbroken sleepless nights in Prague to having the most amazing time of rebirth in the magical city of Los Angeles.

When I was a teenager, there was a girl in my English literature class called Helen. She was intelligent with a quirky sense of humor. I wish that we hadn't failed her. That we had opened up about mental health, about feelings, because we are all both light and darkness.

Fear can be guidance to what we really want. One of the best writers and creative directors I ever worked with shared this quote with me: “Everything we want is on the other side of fear.”

In the early 2000s, I found myself finishing a D.H. Lawrence novel and my Master's degree in English Literature, knowing that I couldn’t postpone the inevitable. Soon I’d have to become an adult and join the workforce of worker bees that being an adult demands.

In 2018, I found myself sitting in the waiting room of an ex-Communist hospital in Prague. The wall art outside was a metallic relief of hardworking peasant women carrying baskets as men with weathered faces plowed bountiful fields. My heart fluttered.

Endings are beginnings too. The period of 2018–2019 was a rebirth for me. However, when we think of rebirths we often forget to consider the deaths that come before.