Meg here! (Like you have to be a psychic to figure that out.) I read this article on Fortune or Forbes (I like to read what I aspire to. I really don't care to pick up Cosmopolitans "100 Ways to Make Him Scream") Why buy what I already know? Go to bed with a leave-in conditioner on my hair and a mud face mask. I mean really Cosmo, it's not brain surgery. If I want real shrills I don't shave my legs. There you go. It didn't even cost you $3.

I'm at a point where I don't really give a rat's ass on what "he" thinks. I know, there's so many of them how could I even keep track? I really care about what "I" think. Born alone, die alone-we better make friends with ourselves.

My favorite thing in the entire universe is to laugh. The second thing is to move (not exercise-are you insane?) Move! Move forward (or try to) Have you ever read The Book Of Birthdays? If you haven't go get it! It will endlessly entertain you forever. I was born on July 20th. I was born "On The Days Of Ups and Downs." The book then goes into why you are the way you are and I have to say, it makes a non-believer a believer. It pegged me to a "T"

Getting back to my Forbes or Fortune article, it was written for people that want to become better than they are. The overwhelming theme was "Shake Your Shit Up." Yes, whatever it is that you've always wanted to do? Well, to become a more successful, a happier and content individual-you better do it now. We're not getting any younger. I just noticed an age spot on my had as I typed this. Gross.

I didn't grow up "fancy." That's totally OK. However, a lot of my friends did. The only separation really in our class divide (I'm self-made thank you very much) was one of travel.

I've always wanted to go to Paris. I just couldn't find a friend that wanted to go with me "Oh, good Lord? YOU'VE never been to Paris? I've been like 10 times? Where did your parents take you?" Disneyworld. Once. I didn't say they beat me. Let's just say "passport photo day" was not something I grew up with.

I'm turning 36 in ten days and I did what any single woman that knows no one in Paris does, I bought a ticket for two weeks to go there. I leave August 30th, and I'm thrilled to go alone and do it. Because if success lies outside your comfort zone than I'm willing to make that leap. It's Paris, not Baghdad. I'm not looking for a medal, but it's a big deal-to me. 

It's a big deal because I bought my own ticket, I'll book my own hotel and I'll come up with my own schedule. There wasn't a boyfriend in the mix. It's all on my own terms and that's a pretty nice place to be able to live.

I took a hiatus from being a ballsy, bad ass warrior. I took a route I thought I was supposed to take. I got married and I was awful at it. Believe me, I raced out of the gates of my hometown faster than Seabiscuit. I ran at 18, not knowing anyone, to New York City. I figured if you're going to "Go Big Or Go Home." New York would be the place to go huge.

Lexie Neonakis was my roomate, she was very old. I think she was 22 when I moved in. She was travelled and smart and certainly had been to Paris. She knew about fancy clothing brands and what Santorini was (she went there) and that I should really get rid of all of my clothes that were not Navy, Grey or Black. She would make me this weird dish called "hummus" with chickpeas in our blender. She lectured me that I was too obsessed with my boyfriend (I was) and to go out and make a mark on the world "You Can DO THIS." When I had gotten a more sophisticated beau and he wanted to buy me lingerie she said "It HAS TO BE La Perla!" I repeated it just like that, I got La Perla.

Lexie wasn't pretensious. Not at all. She just had great taste. I was the little "pretensious one" only going to The Bowery Bar (this was 1994-it was HOT) or Flamingo East. But I was trying. She had a class that you can't mimic. She just knew things. Stuff came really easy for her. It was like she had a FEDEX tracking number and knew when life was going to deliver.

Lexie was psychic. No really. Stay with me here because I know some of you (like me) are rolling your eyes.

Lexie was taught to read signs and planets and was doing this at 22 years old and was freaking me the Hell out. I thought I lived with a witch. I mean, a good witch (Like Glenda) but still it was totally weird.

She would make me these charts and tell me what was going to happen and what I should expect. I would do the "crazy person nod" just to make her stop talking about planetary alignment. Again, not my background.

"You're going to meet someone older, like 20 years older in November. Looks like the 15th."

I started dating Paul, 20 years older on the 13th of November. Up until I met him I would have sworen off anyone more than 5 years older.

"You're going to sign a contract, looks like money beginning of September."

Signed my first modeling contract September 5th.

She would drive me nuts with the "told you so!" But she did. She always told me.

Facebook is awesome. I lost contact with Lexie but guess what? She's been certified from the greatest guru's and now runs ALEXIA NEONAKIS VEDIC ASTROLOGY I read the testimonials on her site and guess what? She's only gotten better. SCARY.

Sometimes taking leaps of faith are just that (Hello Paris) we never really know the why? I'm not saying Lexie has all of the answers but the ones she gets are pretty spot on. It's like a parent/teenager relationship. I never wanted to hear her thoughts or advice growing up but boy, what I wouldn't do to have her in my livingroom right now.

I don't know if you're at a crossroads or wanting to find out any cosmic why? I do know I am having Lexie do a chart on why Paris? Why now? She's trained, she's respected and (look at her rates) priced extremely reasonably. Like less than the price of one L.A. therapy session.

If you have any questions or blocks that you need answered and you're sick of driving your friends up a wall. Please check Lexie out! What fears do you need to overcome to MOVE?!