In this economy, it's easy to think that pursuing a passion is a luxury we can't afford. But here's what I think: Can we afford not to follow our hearts? (How far does our pessimism ripple outward when we're unhappy?) Can we afford not to be positive role models for the next generation? Can America, can our imperiled earth, truly afford less?
Note: In case you're wondering, the above photo of my feet is supposed to symbolize my sincere belief (trite as it sounds) that no matter what our circumstances, it's important to keep walking through fear and taking steps, no matter how tiny, toward our deepest-held dreams.