This came in yesterday: “Ray, I don’t even know how to explain this. I’ve been sitting on a dream for over a decade. I always told myself I’d get to it ‘when life settled down.’ But I read your chapter on self-sabotage, and something hit me. I realized I was the delay. My own fear was wearing a mask that looked like ‘wisdom.'” I pulled out that dream last night. And I took one step. Just one. But I finally feel like I’m moving again.” This is why the book exists.Not for praise. Not for hype.But for this. For the person who reads a few pages and decides, “I’m done…