I ended up living in Laguna Beach on an audacious dare, really.
On New Year’s 1995, I was engaged to a terrible fiancé. His one redeeming quality, though - he brought me to Laguna’s epic “Surf and Sand Resort” for New Year’s Eve, 1994. I was sold on Laguna Beach from that moment forward, and wrote in my “goal journal” on New Year’s Day 1995 that I would eventually move here.
Fast forward 5 years, and I was talking with my mentor and writing partner, the great Bob Proctor about where I wanted to move next. At the time, I had just wrapped up a large website contract and was living about 45 minutes south of Laguna Beach. He asked me where I wanted to live … anywhere in the world.
I blurted out “Laguna Beach!” … and then proceeded to tell him all the reasons WHY I couldn’t move to this immaculate and pristine magical town on the edge of a continent.
… Unfortunately … this guy was the LAST guy you try to argue your limitations with but I just didn’t see how I could possibly AFFORD living in such an affluent town.
I was in my car at the time and he told me to drive to Laguna Beach that afternoon … take out a post office box … and start forwarding my mail.
YIKES!
But, you don’t just slough off the great Bob Proctor … I was stuck. I had no option. So, I drove to Laguna, found a mailbox store in North Laguna, and did exactly what he told me to do. I started forwarding my mail.
I figured I had at least … you know … four or six or nine weeks to figure this all out because the post office usually takes that long to get the whole forwarding thing put together. BUT. The one thing I’ve learned is this: Once you take ACTION on a dream, it’s sort of pell-mell from there and you just have to hold on.
Mere DAYS (not weeks, days) later, I received an email that came from absolutely no one I knew. It wasn’t even forwarded from someone I knew - I mean, I hadn’t told anyone about the crazy forwarding mail thing because … well, it was crazy.
In the email, I learned that a couple had just renovated a cottage in Laguna Beach and they were renting it through the winter season before putting it on the market again in the spring.
In 10 days, my dog, Merlin, and I had moved to Laguna Beach. We even beat the forwarding mail.
And, so, the magical tale began. Twenty-five years later now and I can assure you - it just keeps getting better and better.
Join me in this life on the edge.
