But I’ll get to that in a moment.
For now, I ask you to follow me through a very specific chain of events.
The next three months were a whirlwind of wins and disappointments. They went something like this:
Moved into a beautiful apartment on the Marina. Fell in love.
Got into the best acting studio in LA.
Got offered a job working for Justin Timberlake’s tech company, only to have it revoked when the man running the hiring process realized I would not sleep with him.
Applied to 100 other jobs. Never heard back.
Fell deeper in love.
Got my heart broken. Lost my place of living the same day.
Found a married couple on Craigslist I moved in with.
Almost didn’t make rent.
Woke up every day in fear.
Got a few miracle freelance gigs just as I thought I wouldn’t be able to make it. Started waitressing at night for extra money.
Got discovered at my waitressing gig by an incredible director
Worked as his assistant for a month. Got booked for a reality TV show pilot and quit.
Almost didn’t make rent.
Caught myself saying, “I’m so scared,” out loud, when a friend asked me, “What did you just say?”
I didn’t even realize my thoughts were so overpowering that I was starting to unconsciously speak them.
Made it into a comedy showcase through my acting school, which led to a meeting with a huge management agency.
Didn’t get signed.
Almost moved back to Utah.
Got an offer to do marketing for an Industrial Design Studio, from a random woman I had met by the pool when I had first arrived.
Found the perfect job, realizing finally I would be able to stay in LA.
Peace at last, at least for now.
The very first day when I got locked out and lost half of my things, stayed in a hotel and ended up at a health convention the next morning, I had no idea the chain of events it would set off. Meeting Dave Asprey, founder of Bulletproof, led to my (now ex) boyfriend trying to help me get a job at their company, which led to a dinner with a guy named Jordan who worked for Bulletproof, which led to an invitation to a bungee jumping retreat, which leads me to the day I learned in just one afternoon, precisely how to love myself.
It was a regular Friday, and I was supposed to go camping and bungee jumping with my new friends.
Bungee jumping was the one thing I said I would never do. I’d gone skydiving, backpacking in third world countries, hiking in flash floods. However bungee jumping was a fat no.
“I’m not throwing my body off a bridge,” I thought.
Up and down, up and down.
Everything falling apart
just to fall together
perfectly for the next
opportunity. But perhaps the
most important chain of events was this:
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