Are You Being Unreasonable Enough? (Join The Unreasonable Dream Challenge!)

Mar 16
3 min read

There was a period in my life after 9/11 when I had no place to sleep. It was a strange feeling, not knowing where I would end up each night.

We humans are so used to carrying keys in our pocket or purse, and when you have none, shit feels real.

I could have gone back to Finland. My grandmother was begging me. The world is unsafe, she said. I really had no reason to be in the city, or even in this country, other than … a dream.

I admit, there were moments when I found myself gaslighting my own dream, and my determination. But most of the time, I was too naive and too stubborn to give up.

So I ended up on strangers’ couches. Sometimes in their beds. After a quart of sangria that always felt like such a great idea.

One time I met a guy at a bar. He had two apartments, and the one on the Upper East Side was unoccupied. He called the doorman and told him to let me in so I’d have a place to crash. I remember sleeping on his couch for two days straight. That’s how exhausted I was.

I didn’t have a work permit yet, so I was working as a hostess in a diner on the weekends, making $120 per week.

Eventually I got a babysitting job, and it came with a room. I felt very fortunate to be spending my days with a baby, taking long walks by the East River.

Dreams are interesting. Our path is never linear–and if it is, we may be walking someone else’s path. I could have said to myself, “Nah, I’d never babysit, I have a Master’s Degree, I can do better.”

But dreams humble us. They refine our ego to a point where it’s no longer our will but God’s Will. Meaning, there’s a bigger plan I don’t yet see, but I must keep walking. That’s the only way the path appears.

And that takes guts.

Looking back, I’m glad I did not give up. I did not let fear and depression swallow me completely. My dream felt unreasonable.

But perhaps that’s what made it so damn real and … mine.

Most dreams are unreasonable in the beginning.

They don’t make sense.

They don’t look safe.

They don’t come with guarantees.

And right now, the world itself feels so very unreasonable.

But postponing your life does not make the world safer.

In times like these, your inner stability becomes a resource, not an escape. Building something true inside your own life is not denial. It is contribution.

Here’s the real beauty of it: once you commit to your Unreasonable Dream, an entirely new set of dreams and possibilities begins to appear–ones that would never have found you otherwise.

So I’m doing something a little unreasonable again.

For 21 days, I’m gathering women who are done negotiating with their dream.

The Unreasonable Challenge: A 21-day devotion to the life you keep telling yourself you’ll start “later.”

March 14 - April 4, 2026. It’s free.

Because some things should not be postponed any longer.

During these three weeks, I introduce a simple but powerful framework called D.R.E.A.M.

Define the dream that is actually yours–not the one that looks impressive or expected.
Release the beliefs, identities, and fears that keep you hesitating.
Embody the version of yourself who is already walking this path.
Act on the dream through clear, concrete steps.
Meet your Muse. Maintain devotion long enough for the path to begin revealing itself.