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I'm Rich!


I am rich!

Not in the money is actually in my pocket kind of way, mind you. But abundant nonetheless. I am a blessed and deserving person.

Things always work out for me.

The money is coming. Arrangements have been made. The money is there. I've got plenty of time. I create my own reality. I'm really quite proud of where I've come from.

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I want to put it on record, that while my life looks extravagant sometimes, with all my gallivanting, dinners out, and lake and ocean-side schmoozing, I am actually working my ass off, and my bank accounts are often depleted, with no overdraft to boot. I am a hustler and entrepreneur, and also (gasp!) a recovering bulimic, functional alcoholic, drug-lover and over spender. I chose to leave my career as a highly successful (and addicted) television director 5 years ago this month, just weeks after the death of my father, and it has been an uphill battle to rebuild my shattered world ever since.

Those first few transitional years in Toronto were tough; it was pay check to pay check while attempting to enjoy my same standard of high-rise condo living and fancy meals out, while also funding my new health and wellness fields' necessary chef and yoga certifications (sans credit due to my personal bankruptcy in 2009; see more on that here). When I finally left the TV world completely, the belt had to tighten even more, but it was then that I miraculously fell into the best opportunity of my life; the chance to move to Costa Rica to do what I love and start over. The chance to truly and completely re-begin my life with a clean and crystal clear slate.

Since then, I have been dealing with leftover Canadian tax debts, issues with getting set up financially in the CR banking system, and finding my place in the wellness working world. All while paying for constant truck & ATV repairs, huge governmental & lawyer fees to get my still elusive residency, and struggling to keep head above water supporting and feeding my family in this high-cost country. Thankfully, after what has felt like some aimless years dabbling in this and that, I have finally and truly come into my own in the jungle (and around the world!), and my food, and passion for sharing it, has brought me to a place I never in a million years imagined. I am finally getting paid my worth, to do what I adore, for people who appreciate and value me for me. And it is sublime.

So now is the time for me to really begin to rise-up, as I ride this golden elevator to the top. I am thrilled and excited to finally be open enough in my own awesomeness, and aware enough to let in what I deserve for being who I am. And once I step off this ride to the penthouse, I will graciously send the car back down to the first floor so the next guy or gal can hop on and enjoy the rise...

For me, for now, I see new some beginnings once again, plus plenty of Champagne, first class, infinity pools and high-powered parties, and as far as I am concerned, my future has no limits.

And for those of you that have been asking, where's my cut, you owe me, and stop bragging about your shizzle, I say I am sorry. For you mostly only see the good stuff, and so today I remind you of the bad. I am rich, but I haven't always been. So bear with me, amigos. And then buckle your seat-belts and enjoy the ride!

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