When it comes to following our passions and skyrocketing, full throttle, towards our dream lives, most of us find ourselves slamming on the brakes. For me, that something was fear -- fear of financial ruin, fear of what people would think, fear of regret, fear of failure. That fear dominated my mind so fully that I stayed in a life that hadn’t resonated with me for over a decade, because the comfort of the status quo -- as miserable as it was -- was less scary than the uncertainty of the unknown.

There’s this question that doesn’t so much bother me, but certainly nags me:

Why can’t I keep “life” going while simultaneously feeling into what’s next for me?

It pops up when I hear from the man who maintains a rigorous daily yoga practice, plays drums in a band and runs a school; the lady who owns her own consulting firm and happens to be an ordained Buddhist priest; the guy who meditates for an hour a day and is a grad student and works 30 hours a week. People who are making livings, making strides, and making space.

Hiya, Pinkies. I've been getting lots of inquiries - especially on Twitter - asking what Owning Pink is all about. What's the story? Why Pink? What is Mojo? How can Owning Pink help me? I realized that while there are stories and snippets here and there on the site, the whole shebang isn't in one place. And so, without further ado, here is the story about how I lost and found my Mojo, and decided it was time for me - and for all of us - to start Owning Pink.

The first of the winter storms hit Northern California today. The sky opened up and torrents of water poured out of the sky, like a waterfall in the desert. After a long, dry summer, the ground is drinking it in, but not fast enough. The earth is so starved for moisture, it’s as if it’s afraid to drink too fast and wind up drunk. Flooding is inevitable.