Walking Away. . .

This Blog originally appeared on Ms In The Biz. . . http://msinthebiz.com/author/elizabeth-mihelich/

Have you ever had an out of body experience, standing nearby, watching yourself in a scenario that you can’t stop from happening and you’re not exactly sure how you got there? That’s how I felt as I watched myself, standing on my porch having a conversation with Mr. Money screaming at me, “You’re not a producer. STOP CALLING YOURSELF A PRODUCER.”

Let me back up a little bit.

About 5 months ago Mr. Money, who I’d been a friend with for 10 years, called and asked if I would help produce his feature that he’d been sitting on for 10 years. He’d donated some money to past short films of mine and was impressed with what I had been able to do with little to no budget. I jumped at the prospect of producing a feature, the next logical step in my producing journey. Bonus, I actually really liked the premise of the film and knew that we could make an amazing movie AND the prospect of working with an actual budget that’s more than $5000? I’m in.

I quickly requested a month off from my restaurant job knowing that once we had shoot dates, I’d really only need 2 weeks off for the actual shoot dates and since he was going to pay me a little, I’d be able to afford at least those two weeks off.

We were a few months into working together when I quickly learned that being a producer means lots of phone conversations with the money man, talking about the process, and juggling lots of different personalities. I’ve always known that, but when there’s one person holding all the cards, aka the money, there’s a bit more dancing to do.

I admit that I was nervous to discuss how much he was going to pay me but knew that we were going to have to do it eventually. One day I hesitantly broached the subject, asking for what I knew I would make at my restaurant gig, praying that he would say, sure, that’s fine. When he came back with double that amount, I was floored. I was also excited and so grateful. Paying me that kind of money meant I could actually afford to take off the entire month to focus on the production! A whole month of NOT being a server, this is a dream come true. It also upped my ante in this game. I immediately knew that I was now responsible for this entire project, to push it through to fruition, to love and care for it as if it were my own.

Mr. Money and I had some difficult conversations. He had a director and cinematographer on board with the project for a few years. When he had a conversation with the cinematographer (who has his own camera, equipment and crew) he was quoted $125,000 for a 14-day shoot. That was almost our entire budget. Talk about tying my hands and not leaving anything else for the project. After some research I discovered that if the full budget is $100,000, you’d have $30-40K to spend on the entire camera department in order to come in under budget.

The director is a first time director who makes his living editing, which is fine, I love that Mr. Money wants to give his friends a chance, and support their dreams. But, when the director wouldn’t commit to the project, I lovingly suggested that perhaps it was time to release him from his role as director.

I was willing to look past that his “audition process” was to meet actors at a café, sit around a table, talk about the project to make sure they “got it” and then declare (in front of the actors) “I think they’re great! You guys?” I was willing to have unending phone conversations that seemed to go in circles. I was willing to accept that we couldn’t send anyone the script and that I couldn’t tell anyone else what the actual budget was. I was not willing to become the verbal punching bag with him screaming at me on the phone.

I hung up from that conversation in tears. I was in shock. Saturday when I had last spoke to Mr. Money on the phone he was over the moon, ecstatic to be moving forward, on Tuesday, he was screaming at me that I was awful. This all stemmed from his inability to get the new cinematographer on the phone. He had after all called him yesterday and emailed him an hour ago and he was yet to return. Not to mention the fact that he had quoted him $60K to shoot the film with all equipment and crew. I knew that he was aiming high, that sight unseen having not read the script; that he would quote higher in order to protect his company. He had assured me we would come in WAY under that and once he got the script would give us an accurate quote. Mr. Money could not understand any of that and because I had caused him to “burn bridges” with two of his friends and move on to other options, this was entirely my fault.

On Friday when I hadn’t heard from Mr. Money I called him. I told him that as my friend he really hurt my feelings and that I wanted an apology. He said, “Fine, as your friend, I apologize. BUT. . .” and proceeded to yell at me some more, this time throwing in that EVERYONE on the project thought I was AWFUL and if they knew he was paying me that they would be appalled.

This is not how I want to be treated as a producer, nor is this the experience that I want to set up to be the norm for my career. I understand that this industry is full of people and situations exactly like this, but they are not ones that I want to be a part of. Walking away from a lot of money that would afford me the freedom to escape the restaurant for a month was not easy. In the end, that’s what I decided to do. I value my connections in this industry too much to put them in a possibly explosive and harmful work environment. I value my own sanity and myself too much to put myself in that situation. Being able to say, “This is a ‘Fuck No’ for me” was and is way more important than any amount of money or experience will ever be. I chose me.

The Correlation between Gun Laws and Drunk Driving Laws.

In 1981, my Uncle Tim was killed by a drunk driver while he was standing on a corner waiting to cross the street in Greeley, CO.  The driver of the car had been drinking in a bar for 12 hours before he got behind the wheel of his car. He was so drunk that he didn't realize that he had run over and killed my Uncle and a friend of his.

This event shattered my family, so much so that I've never really heard the full story about everything that happened. I know that they all suffered through the trial of the guy who ran my Uncle over. There was a whisper once about how when the verdict was read aloud, "A $200? fine and community service" for killing TWO people, that my Grandfather exploded in the courtroom and had to be escorted out. 

Knowing the strict laws and punishments that we have now against Drunk Driving, this verdict is hard to imagine. It took a group of Mothers who banded together to change a law that was killing innocent people to effect positive change. MOTHERS AGAINST DRUNK DRIVING (MADD) got its start in 1980 when 21,000 people a year were being killed due to drunk driving. My grandmother, Charlotte Whitmore became a very active member of MADD. She helped push for all of the laws that protect us now. She regularly spoke to groups of DUI offenders so they would remember and feel the impact of what could have happened when they got behind the wheel of their car drunk. This article highlights that.

As we witnessed yet another shooting yesterday in Orlando, FL, where a single man took the lives of 50 innocent people and injured 53 others with one weapon in a matter of minutes, the expected and all too common arguments on Facebook began to pop up about those who are calling for gun control and those who are staunchly against it. I got into one of those FB arguments myself and ended up deleting my thread because I felt like I didn't have the energy to sustain that with such sadness on my heart. My Grandma Charlotte would be sorely disappointed in me. She spent the remainder of her life after Tim's passing fighting with sadness on her heart every day.

Here's the thing that struck me the most yesterday, what MADD did is all that we're asking to do with stricter gun laws. When MADD started organizing in 1980 and calling for stricter laws against drunk driving, I'm sure that they were up against some opposition, but it seems crazy that if this were happening today people would speak out against it as adamantly as they do about gun control.

Can you imagine the FB statuses if people used the same argument against MADD as they do for Guns? "You can't take away my car. My car is mine and its my constitutional right to get wasted and plow someone down." "Being able to get in my car and drive drunk so I can get away from all the other drunk drivers is how I PROTECT myself." That seems crazy, but these are the EXACT same things that people ARE saying about their guns.

Would the argument, "Its not BOOZE and CARS who kill people, its PEOPLE who KILL PEOPLE" be thrown around as much as "Its not GUNS that kill PEOPLE, its PEOPLE who kill PEOPLE" is today?

People are dying because of laws that aren't protecting them. 

In 2016 so far we have had 23,317 incidents with Gun Violence so far THIS YEAR, and we're halfway through it. In 1980 21,000 people were being killed by drunk drivers. Why was this number such a catalyst for change in 1980 and we barely blink an eye at it today?

No one is saying that they want to take your guns away. What we are saying is please enact some laws that protect innocent people from being killed by Assault Rifles. These were designed for war and no civilian should be in possession of them or be able to get them so easily.

It took a group of Mother's personally affected by Drunk Driving to rally others and convince them that being able to drive drunk was a bad idea. It can be done. Sure, this gun battle, excuse the pun, is much bigger, but things can be done. How about for the first step we start thinking about this rationally?

MADD changed laws and no one lost their ability to drive. They raised the legal drinking age, (so I guess 18 year olds lost their booze (legally) for three years), but that's because we were able to look at the situation we were in objectively, intelligently and deduce, okay, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. We see now the error of our ways. We love our cars. We love to drive. We love our booze. We love to drink. We see now that the combination of those things aren't exactly the best together, lets make the intelligent choice to protect the innocent people in our country from having their lives torn apart or ended.

When will we see the error of our ways? When will we realize that fear mongering, lobbyists, money, lack of mental healthcare for those who need it, violent video games and movies that desensitize us to the loss of human life have led us to where we are now? When will we be as fearless as that group of mothers who stood up for the babies that were ripped out of their lives and taken forever? Does it have to be your SON, your DAUGHTER, your BROTHER, your SISTER, your AUNT, your UNCLE for you to finally open your eyes and take action? We are better than this, we are smarter than this and we owe it the 50 people who lost their lives yesterday while they were dancing, loving, laughing and living life to its fullest to do something about it now.

To learn more about Mothers Against Drunk Driving, visit their website.

About MADD, 

• In 1980, Mothers Against Drunk Drivers, or MADD, was founded by Candy Lightner after her 13-year-old daughter was killed on her way home from a school carnival by a drunk driver. The driver had three previous DUI convictions and was out on bail from a hit-and-run arrest two days earlier. When MADD was founded in 1980, more than 21,000 people were killed in drunk driving crashes each year.  Lightner and MADD helped to change the public’s attitudes about drunk driving. The group pushed for tougher legislation for those convicted of driving under the influence of alcohol and drugs. MADD also successfully pushed to have the legal drinking age raised.

Shattering The Simplest Truth

Blog originally appeared at https://litupyou.wordpress.com/

I've noticed a reoccurring theme popping up in readings and conversations with friends lately. My specialty with my Clairvoyant readings seems to be relationships, specifically romantic ones, most likely because I LOVE LOVE and all things that have to do with love.

During a reading the other day my client, lets call her Not Her Real Name Cathy, asked me to look at the state of her current relationship. She's been "seeing" a guy for about 6 weeks now and the last time we did a reading together, she was pretty over the moon about him. I'll say Not Her Real Name Cathy has made leaps and bounds since our first reading together. She made so many leaps and bounds that by the time we did her second reading, roughly 2 months later, she needed another reading because she was in overwhelm, having successfully brought in a new relationship, new side gig and some acting work! I was amazed with how quickly she and I had been able to manifest everything she wanted. We started her 3rd reading, a quickie, only 30 minutes, to look at the current state of her relationship. They had been seeing one another for about 6 weeks, with neither of them pushing to "label" it or set any boundaries and Not Her Real Name Cathy had reached her limit with this arrangement.

When I called up a picture of Not Her Real Name Cathy and her gentleman caller it looked to me like he was still present with her, still standing as close as the last time I looked and his energy was present and flowing towards her. The image quickly shifted from a different point of view and from that perspective, her perspective, he appeared to be further away from him. I listened to her explain why she was worried and how he felt like he was distant, that she wanted to ask for more in the relationship, but didn't feel like he was ready to have "the talk" or if he could handle it.

The message that came through loud and clear, that I've repeated to at least 3 other friends since then was this, "Let HIM participate in the relationship." NHRNC had spent so much energy and time trying to figure out what he wanted, what he was capable of and ready for but so far all she was doing about it was guessing. Spirit wanted her to let him have a chance to be a part of the relationship by actually allowing him to participate in it. I encouraged her to ask for what she needed in the relationship by actually verbalizing and making her needs known and to give him a chance to respond with what he needs and whether or not he felt like he could meet them for her.  Don't guess. Don't assume. Don't know because one time he said this thing on Facebook about being eternally single #blessed. Give him the chance to decide.

This year, 2016, is the year that we all choose to let one another participate. Let's share how we feel when we feel scared, or ask for a hug when we need one. Stop trying to connect with someone, understand them and know them through technology or social media. We've all spent so much time FB stalking, Googling and Tweeting at people in order to understand them, connect with them, and know them, we forget that we could simply ask them how they feel, what they love, who they are.

 

We challenge you to have open, honest conversations, in person, allowing them to participate fully in the relationship that the two of you have built together. Otherwise, why even be in a relationship with someone else? We're guessing that 9 times out of 10 their answer will surprise you and fulfill your needs at the same time.

It feels like we are craving this kind of honest, open connection. If you haven't checked out The AND, its thrilling and exciting and just true, honest, connection. Or if you want a little help having  an open. honest conversation where you actually learn something about your partner, check out 36 Questions that Lead to Love.

Happy Connecting.

The Energetic Reason You Shouldn't Carry Credit Card Debt

I've been working on consolidating my credit card debt into a loan so that I can pay it all off once and for all. If you're an avid reader or follower of this blog you know that this is something I've been working on, off and on, for about 10 years. Money is simply an energy and I've been holding on to a few truths about money in my space for awhile now. Mostly that I'm bad with money, can't handle having large amounts of it and that I don't deserve to live a life of abundance.

While reflecting with a psychic genius friend of mine this morning I had an enlightening AHA! My loan came through this morning and I joyfully spent the morning paying off large chunks of debt with high interest rates! It was joyful, empowering and FUN! Then it hit me. All of the things that I had used my credit cards for were energetically stuck in my space, following me around, making it difficult for me to attract and accept more abundance. Every time I had to use my card out of guilt because I didn't have enough money in my account to buy groceries was stuck in my space. When I had to pay the vet $900 for my little dog who was attacked by a coyote, was doing the same thing! All of that fear, anxiety, terror and GUILT that I let her get attacked was STILL in my space.

Of COURSE, there were some good memories in there as well. My families trip to Mexico to celebrate my Dad's 65th birthday was a big amount of debt I was carrying that had a positive vibration to it, but it still made it hard for me to find the space in my life to enjoy something like that again.

I have no doubt that if I used my cards consciously and made sure before each purchase that I did it from a place of abundance, joy and freedom that I COULD make the energy of my credit cards work for me. I know for a fact that I wasn't.

So why is this loan different? Because I accepted it from a place of power, allowing me the freedom to get my debt under control and be a fucking adult. It carries with it the vibration of all of those things and there is definitely not any guilt attached to it!

Adulting it up in every part of my life!

Shattering how being kicked off a Harold team almost derailed my comedy world.

I remember the day vividly. Okay, maybe not the whole day, but the actual event I can recall pretty clearly. I can see the blue carpeted stairs that are oddly shaped and feel like they can at any minute fling you back down, returning you from the direction whence you came, as I walked up them to meet with our coach. Our fearless leader who was the expert, that guided us through rehearsals, gave us loving and direct notes when that ever elusive Harold we were chasing derailed in front of our eyes, under our feet and in front of an audience, but still loved us anyway, had called us to a meeting. Bounding up the stairs excited at the prospect of new information, a change, who knows what, I entered the loft at iO to find her sitting there waiting. Oh, this is a meeting between just her and I. Oh.

The rest of it is part blur and part emblazoned in my memory. “We’re making some changes to the team” and “You’re really the heart and soul of the team . . . but . . . we’re kicking you off of it” are the sentences that live in my head still, to this day. I left, devastated, shocked and so, so mad. I was so mad that I left iO West for almost 10 years. I really almost left comedy forever, because I felt like my improv family had kicked me out, abandoned me and declared me not good enough. I know that this sounds dramatic, but when I first moved to Los Angeles I was only 21 years old. I had recently graduated from college and packed up my Ford Explorer 2 with all of my belongings; except for my dance costumes, that my Mom keeps threatening to throw out, and I just keep saying, “I’m saving those for my daughter or transgender son!”; and I began a life here in La La Land. 

Moving to Los Angeles was a lot harder than I ever thought it was going to be. I remember sleeping on a couch of a potential new roommate who had insisted that his current roommate WAS moving out and that I could live there very soon, he promised, and in the mean time if I wanted to share his bed, he was A-OK with that.  I left the next day and moved in with a much less threatening, small Asian girl in Sherman Oaks, who actually had a room open. The first month I spent a lot of time on the phone with my best friends, crying, wondering if I had made a huge mistake. Shortly after that I got a job at Kate Mantilini and found my first family in LA amongst my co-workers there. Interning at ACME Talent & Literary in 2002 led me to iO West, Improv Olympic West, at that time. My buddy Jason was taking classes there and after hanging out with me at ACME for a bit declared, you should try improv! You’d be really good at it. So, I did. And I was. I found my second family here in La La Land. 

My first year at iO was so much fun! I was blessed with a class full of talented improvisers that went through the entire yearlong program together. I had amazing teachers like Paul Vallaincourt, Pete Gardner, Jeris Donovan, James Grace, Craig Cackowski and Bob Dassie, in that order. There were only 6 levels when I graduated. I learned how to be my best self in improv. As Paul once said,  “To improvise is to become more than human, and yet ultimately utmost human.” I interned at the theatre, I took classes, I was a part of multiple student groups and I was on a Harold team! I had done it! I auditioned! I made it! I was placed on a team we christened “Assisted Living”. It was full of talented players like Irene White, Mike Coen, David Iserson, and others. We weren’t a perfect team, we had our troubles, growing pains, we evolved into an almost completely new group with Chris Garnant, Amy Procacci, Woody Drennan, Maurissa Afanador, Paul Cross, Jake & Mike. We took pictures dressed like hospital staff, mimicking the cast of Grey’s Anatomy, in the alley, on film. What I know now is that a team that undergoes a lot of changes in its players most likely won’t survive, and its no ones fault.

Assisted Living

I remember going home after hearing that 4 of us had been kicked off the team and that 4 others would remain a team, getting 4 new players and a new name, and just laying on my bed in tears. How can you be the heart and soul of a team and then be asked to leave it? How does that happen?

I’m not recalling this so that you’ll feel sorry for me, or I can continue to hold the grudge against my coach, or so that I can re-ignite my fury. I’m writing it because what I know now, I wish that I would have known then. I KNOW that Harold teams are fleeting, very rarely do they result in the magic of King Ten and exist for 10 years. It’s never personal when you get asked to leave a team. It’s just not working. Its not clicking and something about the way you play, your personality or maybe even your availability no longer lines up with the rest of the team.

The lesson that I learned, that you, young improviser don’t have to, is that improv life goes on and there WILL be another team. I wish that I wouldn’t have let my emotions and my feelers get hurt so badly that I just left iO West. I wish that I would have just taken a small break and returned home to try again. I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason and I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, blah, blah, blah, but what I don’t KNOW now, is what would have happened if I could have picked myself back up and tried again. Most of the people on that first team are teaching improv now, still perform on a regular basis and some even have their own shows. I’m not saying that I would have become a teacher, or sold a TV show, had I stayed, but I’ll never know.

Luckily, the love for improv wasn’t an easy one to shake. I continued my studies at Second City’s Conservatory and later performed on a house Grad Group there as well. I returned to iO West in 2013 and auditioned for another Harold Team. Walking into iO West again to rejoin the community was a strange one. I felt like the adult at the kids’ party. Who were all of these shockingly good looking funny people? When I started improv it was still a relatively unknown art form that mostly nerds and pretty fat girls did. Now, it’s huge! Thanks to the success of UCB, Amy Poehler, Tina Fey and every agent in town insisting that you need improv on your resume, improv is hip now. It’s so trendy, there’s even an INDIE Improv scene. I laughed out loud the first time someone told me they were on an Indie Improv group, until I realized that they were serious.  I walked through the bar at iO, grateful that Crowley was still behind the bar and that James Grace gave me a polite wave, and even with all of that awkwardness, I still knew that I was home. 

To my joy, I was placed on a DCT house team, that named ourselves DCT (I voted against it, just FYI) and again stumbled into the awkward, hello, who are you, how do we make our minds meld together to form an exciting and entertaining 25 minute show, joy that is a new Harold team. I LOVED this new team and though we were all very different we resolved to be the best! We were broken up 4 months later. A small blow, but with my maturity and hindsight in my corner, I saw it coming and was able to shake it off. Next round of Harold auditions, I was placed on The Dilemma, an existing Harold team in need of some more people. Another improv milestone, joining a team of already tight players and trying to find your place, completed. I enjoyed being on The Dilemma and 8 months later when we were broken up, I left iO West again. This time I didn’t leave because my feelers were hurt, or I was upset that James had given us the axe. I left in pursuit of the next thing and I know that that decision was right at the time.

Being on a Harold team can be exhausting. But when it works, that magic, when it just so happens that every member of your team pretending to be a marionette controlled by the same puppeteer on stage all drop at the same time without looking at one another . . . that . . . ohhhh that, is the heroine of improv. It’s what keeps us coming back for more, chasing that group mind high. There’s nothing like it.

When is the next round of Harold Team auditions? I’ve got a heart and a soul looking for a home.

P.S. (I do know that I was blessed with many new comedy faces at Second City and will be forever grateful that our paths crossed, and that this alone may be the reason I left iO West. To meet Paul Lirette, Stacy Adamski, Dustin Sterling, Tomas Urbano, Bridget McManus and Jill of Nothing Consenual. Or Mike Ciriaco, Allison Summers, Jason Kelley, Dwana White, Tyler Pratt, Paul Broccolo, Todd Bosley and Nicole Neumann of American Standard. )

Those Three Words Are Said Too Much, They're Not Enough

It's a rare song that connects so deeply with me, invigorates ideas, thoughts, spurs emotions, makes me wonder about things. Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol does this for me. I love the lyrics, but in truth, its placement in Grey's Anatomy as Kathryn Heigl tried to come to grips with Denny's death was the first reason I paid attention to the song. I don't think there's been a more perfect use of a song in an episode of television. I cried, I've watched that scene multiple times over, I've purchased multiple versions of the song and Grey's just reused it in two different episodes as Derek Shepard died. That's how I know this particular song affected a lot of people, not just me.

The lyric, "Those three words are said too much, they're not enough" are my favorite. I assume they're talking about "I love you" when they refer to those three words. I connect with this on a deep level. It seems as though I love you has become too easy to say, easy to throw around and blurt out in a moment of passion, or a passing goodbye. Which got me thinking, what would I rather hear from my partner, lover, husband, mate, the one, instead of "I Love You"?

To me, I'm IN Love with you, has always felt bigger, more truthful. Its so easy to love someone, but to be IN love with someone, is breathtaking, life changing. Love is so powerful and to be able to step into LOVE with someone is what we're all hoping to experience in our lives, isn't it? To be IN love with someone intimates that you're in it together, that this is a dual experience, its not one sided, its reciprocated and you're on a magical journey together. Being IN Love with someone is a choice, not just a happenstance. Sure, we like to say I'm falling in love with you, because love can feel like that. Like you're suddenly hurtling towards an unknown experience with the wind in your hair, no control over where you'll land, if you'll land or if it will be a soft or a hard landing. If you're lucky you keep flying, catching bursts of wind that pull you back into the clouds, amongst the stars, dancing together.

Are there other phrases you would rather hear than I love you?

Here are some that I thought might be nice.

I can't breathe without you.
You compliment me better than anyone or anything.
You inspire me.
I don't want to live without you.
You Changed my Life.

Let's dance.

The scene that started it all.
https://youtu.be/tFgk9PfjKF8

The Extinction of Unexpected Couples? or How Online Dating is Going to Ruin the Fun for the Rest of Us.

Recently, a friend reached out to me with a brilliant idea, she was going to set me up on a blind date with a friend of hers that she thought I would hit it off with. I've never been on a blind date so I thought, what the heck, why not? I've been pretending to online date for the past few years, and I say pretend because I go back and forth between actually following up and putting my energy into it. Which, I get, defeats the purpose, but I can only get so excited about so many people and send them enlightened, enchanting messages, only to never hear back from them all the while receiving messages from the douche bag who leads with, "Want to fuck?" for so long.

Its disheartening, so I immediately jumped at the idea of getting set up by a friend who knows me, knows who I am, what I like and presumably knows the guy she has in mind for me and thought, hey, they'd make a cute couple.

My girl texted me and said, "Can I give your info to my friend?" to which I replied, "Of course." "Great, sending it now," she said.

I never heard from the guy. Naturally, I asked my friend what happened. And she said, "Oh, he only dates Asian girls." and since I am most definitely not Asian, I didn't even get the chance to meet him.

Fine, I don't NEED to waste my time on a guy who does not want to date me from the get-go, but I had an epiphany after this happened. If this, order exactly what you want, down to height, hair color, ethnicity, online dating continues, we are going to see the Unexpected, "Really, THEY'RE together", kind of couples go extinct.

I may not be Asian, but WHAT IF, the two of us met, sparks flew and we found the love of our lives in an unexpected place? He'd spend the rest of our relationship looking at me, thinking, "Wow. Who woulda thunk it?" And maybe people who knew him would think, "Whoa, I thought he only dated Asian girls, how weird that he would fall for a white girl." (Which boggles the mind on a whole other level, because when do we get to start falling in love with people's souls instead of their packaging? But that's a whole other rant.) And perhaps I would be thinking, "I never thought I'd fall for a guy who's shorter than me, but WOW, just being next to him excites me, challenges me, inspires me. . . it doesn't make sense, but it does."

No one understood Mila Kunis dating McCauley Culkin for so long, but something about it worked!

Online dating may be expanding our dating pool by giving us access to people we'd maybe never come across, but its also limiting our ideas about what is possible. I've met many guys from Online dating and it is amazing how many times I've been VERY into someone via text and email but the second we got in the same room, face to face and felt one another's energy we were like, Holy cow, this is not going to work and WHY did I send him those racy pics? And vice- versa, walked into a room, made eye contact with a complete stranger, felt that spark, that pull, the magnetism and the knowing that somehow they were going to be a significant part of my life, even though had I come across them online I'd have swiped left.

Open your minds, open your hearts, get your head out of your computer and be OPEN to the unknown, that, my friends is when life gets FUN!