I remember standing on the balcony of my vacation flat in Rome, overlooking the historic city’s center, and saying to myself, ”there has to be more to life than the way I’m living it.” It wasn’t the first time I’d said those words but it was the first time I’d felt them. Resonating in my heart and soul. A shift had occurred. I vowed to never forget that feeling or how it gnawed at me. My intention, from that moment on, was to stop treading water. I was done waiting for someone or something to come along and save me. It was time to save myself. This was my life and I was ready to start living it… on my terms.