I understand, John, that you must wonder, sometimes to the point of bewilderment, at what you're truly capable of doing. Yet, therein lies the "problem," because living the life of your dreams is far more about what I'm capable of doing.

Surrender, 

John, months shy of turning a scary “four oh,” at the lowest ebb of my life—distraught over a bad breakup, career in ruins, and debt far exceeding my life savings—I wondered if the best of my life was behind me. Unbeknownst to me, my life was about to blast off. My 40's and 50's have made my 20’s and 30’s look like mere warm up years.

John, all I need from you is a vision, followed by an unending march of little, tiny baby steps in its direction.