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  • When I was in college I wanted to join Peace Corps. It was a subtle yearning that was quietly dismissed behind the guise of a lifelong relationship. A relationship that ended in bitterness and resentments.

    Like a scene from Eat, Pray, Love, amidst crying tears (maybe in the bathroom, my memory can't recall, or maybe alone in my room), a message came to me from my inner intuition.

    Move back to the Philippines.

    I hardly knew the culture, far removed as a 1.5 generation immigrant to the United States by the time I was three (going-on-four). But something in me told me to listen.

    The pit stop was India. It was a voluntour program teaching slum kids English that lead me to "my humanitarian chick" path. That subtle yearning was inching closer to my conscious. But life has a funny way of teaching you. Once a proud young homeowner I had now found myself as a homeless nomad eventually ending up in the Manila slums.

    Money ran dry. No savings. Desperate attempts at starting up a business with no business sense and learning everything as I went along.

    I felt useless.
    I felt hysterical.
    I felt like I couldn't make it.

    There's a leap of faith. Turning poverty mindset to abundance mindset ain't easy, and believe me, I'm still working on it but I know I will prosper. The glaring realities of the Manila slums called me slowly towards action.

    How could I give back and prosper for my local community when I couldn't even prosper for myself? Who was this Humanitarian chick anyway? So far removed from the petty struggles of my early 20s, my "quarterlife crisis", that it couldn't really be me... Or could it?

    You need to start charging your most popular blog series. It was my intuition again, nudging me to a solution.

    Months of debilitating inaction, thoughts of unworthiness and identity deconstruction. But then
    the subtle yearning of Peace Corps came back to my mind. If something in me felt even an inkling of passion for social change then maybe this was me all along, and I'm just now discovering who I am.

    I had found my holy grail. My purpose in life. My authentic self. I had leaped closer to me.

    In April 29th, I'm launching my blog and then launching my paid e-mail newsletter for $9.00. 50% of the proceeds will go towards local charities and my own social outreach initiatives. Readers are assured their money is going towards a good cause by experiencing my ongoing memoir, "Lessons from the Trenches".

    So this is leap year. And this is my leap. Closer to me.
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