I’m sitting at a large, wooden desk – purchased from GoodWill for $30 and meticulously painted and distressed by my husband. I’m wearing a down coat, because I’m directly beneath the air conditioning and I hate being cold while he is always hot. (It’s the biggest struggle in our relationship.) We’re watching the Crimson Tide drown the Gators, which I like, and I smell as much like Chanel as a pulled-out magazine ad will allow. I love looking through fashion magazines – today it’s Elle – because my quirky, creative side enjoys the pulling pieces from high fashion, but more importantly I can’t get enough of the stories about young, entrepreneurial women who are kicking ass in designer heels or designing jewelry in industrial Los Angeles. I’m inspired by them. They remind me that I need to act, and not just watch; they prove that you don’t have to follow the rules to be successful and I really just want to be friends with them. Fast forward two weeks and I’m at the same desk, this time in light green bush hat eating dried mangos and cheddar jalapeño Cheetos. Every day I feel like I’m closer to grabbing the entrepreneur-bull by the horns full-time, and every day I find something that keeps me going. This week, I was inspired by a Wisconsin bar tender who told me of his big plans in a small town. Thank you, for the push.