Kate GanciSince I was little, I've always had a strong desire to do what I wanted, and no one could tell me anything. Constantly running barefoot, taking my shirt off when the boys did, refusing to wear sunscreen, climbing furniture to get what I wanted, makin up my own words, and picking out my own outfits, even if that meant a wool skirt in the summer, I felt free when life was in my control. Anything unnatural or against my free will felt agonizing. That's still the case. In high school, I had no clue where I was going to college or what I would be studying, when everyone else seemed to have it all figured out. I didn't know what I wanted be for the rest of my life. Everyone would say, Just be a teacher, but that never sat well with me. Could I really be a teacher forever? I didn't want to settle; there was always something burning inside me, telling me, You're meant to do something big. I didn't know what that was, but for some reason, I just knew it was going to be something that had nothing to do with anything I learned in school. When college came, I spun the wheel to pick classes. I thought, Why am I here? This is a waste of time and money ...until I took a creative writing class. A flame ignited in me-that familiar burning desire. It was a desire to be heard in a way that would not only exorcise my demons, but clear someone else's house too! I wanted to be a writer; I always wanted to be a writer. The class gave me the push I needed to put my dreams into action by showing me that it's ok to be open, because my story can help someone. Years earlier, I started a book, but never thought I could get it out there without a million and one fears attached to it. During the class, everyone would share their deepest, darkest stories, but I sat there quietly, looking like I didn't have any of my own. How could I put my experiences and feelings out there for the world to see when I had been programmed my entire life to be terrified of that? How could I tell my family's story without them resenting me? How could I do this? How could I do that? That's when the desire took over my whole being, and my fears fell away. I didn't know how I was going to accomplish my goal, but I knew I would accomplish it. I started writing more, experiencing more, and learning more, until I had what I have now: a message of hope for anyone who needs it. I dream that my message will travel far beyond this book to wherever it needs to go. I dream of making unconventional moves in our stagnant world. I dream of health and happiness for all, and not to sound like a beauty queen, but world peace. We're all entitled and capable of happiness. Coming from someone who thought happiness was impossible, I hope it says something to you. Wishing you love and light and sending you lots of gratitude for reading my book, I hope you awaken to the truth so that all your dreams can come to fruition. Everything that happened to me, happened for me, to help you. Read More Read Less