When I lived in San Diego, California, I had a vision of becoming the World's First Patron Saint of Postcards.
Instead of just brushing off the idea as crazy, I decided to become what my vision dictated. After the vision, I drew out a picture of an apron, with pockets on the front and sent it off to my aunt Bonnie to sew.
I then spent the next three months dressed up as the Patron Saint of Postcards walking all over San Diego, handing out my hand-made wacky postcards to anyone who expressed interest in them. Some I sold, some i gave away. I gave them to homeless people, drunk people, normies, and kids. I did some street performance, and had maybe the best time of my life. I was also taking Paxil, which basically enhanced my overactive imagination.
I met tons of fascinating people, and ended up on the cover of the San Diego CityBeat, having met a writer in the Pink Elephant bar who took an immediate interest in me.
Here's a photo of Enrique and myself when we met:
This journalist's name is Enrique Limon. He wrote a very flattering Linkedin recommendation for me, then friend dumped me shortly thereafter. I have no idea why. I am a passionate sometimes obsessive person, and I do scare people away on occasion.
Here's a video of me taken during the height of this phase:
Many people confused me for Frida Kahlo, as I wore an elaborate crown decked out with fake jewels, and a black wig.
I'm writing this today to encourage all of you to live out your visions. Even though people thought my vision was "crazy", it was by far the best and most adventurous thing I've ever done in my life. I don't regret anything about it, not even the fact that I was dead broke after the three months of doing this.
Adventure lies on the other side of fear. Whatever you're afraid of, or which makes your heart skip a beat, that's probably the thing you need to be doing. We are all so different and have different desires. Jump.
Cheers on this Friday night of possibility,
Stellabelle
Founder of Slothicorn
Co-creator of the Steve and Stella Show