This is my personal truth.
In a decade of coaching you get to meet some pretty spectacular people and I have been blessed with a career where I’ve served authors, start-up entrepreneurs, established entrepreneurs, executives, athletes – really anyone with ambition and drive to get to the next level.
2015 I made the decision to focus my energy and passion on empowering women entrepreneurs to take themselves, their businesses and their lives in general to the next level. This is done by facing their fears and getting rid of all the bullshit they tell themselves of what they can and can’t do so that they can live phenomenal lives of empowered, conscious choice.
And do women have a lot of bull-shit!
I can say that today because I’ve lived that disempowering life of trying to please others and serve others to be liked. It is fucking exhausting and draining to say the least.
People wonder why divorce is so rife these days. How about the fact that boy meets sexy girl. They get married. She falls pregnant and feels like a fat cow. Then she has the baby and is exhausted most of the time from trying to care for the little bundle of shit and puke whilst looking gracious because heaven forbid she should be judged as a bad mother for not loving this experience. Meanwhile man goes on with his career and life, so a little seed of resentment is planted. Then the kids come fast and furious and her poor body is so confused with hormones and stretch-marks and her tits start sagging as if in competition with her ass and she feels a little more miserable every day. Husband’s ass still looks fucking amazing. The seed of resentment sprouts.
She finally decides she wants to have it all and starts up her own business. Except she is doing this ‘around’ her life. Kids come first otherwise the neighbors will say she’s a shit mother, and the husband comes next otherwise he will say she’s a shit wife, and the house has to be cleaned otherwise mother-in-law will say she’s a shit woman. By now our little seed of resentment is growing into a magnificent pine tree with fairy-lights on. Her tits and her ass still competing to see who can hit the floor first. She works herself into the ground trying to serve people who don’t want to pay for her services, and she is always broke, and she just wants to cry, and her husband doesn’t understand, and she feels like a complete failure and unworthy of love of success. Then she looks at her husband with his round ass and boom – divorce the bastard!
This my darling is all bull-shit and you are doing all these crazy things so that people will like you. Except how can they possibly like you when you aren’t showing them the true you? The woman with the fucking spectacular dream and the potential to live it.
The biggest difference that I see between male and female entrepreneurs is that men respect their dreams enough to put them first – the way it’s supposed to be. Hold on to your pantyhose and listen.
YOU were born for a beautiful purpose (so was your man by the way). And for us entrepreneurs that purpose takes shape as a business and this is how we are meant to serve. Your purpose comes first otherwise you’re just sucking up oxygen. The moment I ‘got’ this, my life changed. I started building a business instead of having a hobby. That means that I ask for help and support with the other areas of my life such as house and family. From the age of 5 my eldest learned that when mommy’s office door is closed that means she is unavailable. A lesson which he in turn explained to his baby brother. That means that if they wanted or needed something they had to ask the nanny or their dad if he was around. I focused on my business. And yes, I employed a helper because cleaning time is time that could be used in serving my clients which meant more in alignment with my purpose.
The next thing I realized was that I needed a shit-hot powerhouse body for me to rock it in my life. It makes me feel good to look good. So I sat my man down and we came to an agreement that Saturday mornings was my time to ride my bike and he would look after the boys. We quickly learned that he would also have to cook as I would be too tired from my ride (I know – this keeps getting better and better). Once I started competing, this arrangement extended to Sundays. This was a win-win for us: I was fucking phenomenally happy to be back in shape and compete and I had more energy than ever before, my husband got his sexy, confident, radiant wife back with an appetite for his ass to match. Happy wife, happy life (a saying my kids know well).
I started investing in myself and the skills required to build my business. I hired my own coach, I signed up for the group programs, I joined the Master Mind group. All of this was to show myself and the Big U that I was taking my dream serious and I was committed to make it work.
I don’t mean to make this sound like a breeze. Make no mistake, I’ve had days where bread was a luxury in our house. Where I’ve had to ask my mom to help out with food for my kids. Where training was done at 4 am every day to finish in time so I could get to my business by 8 am. I’ve cried more tears than a swimming pool can hold. But it is still worth it. Because I believe in my purpose and I believe in myself and I believe that the Big U will always support us when we take our dreams serious.
All the bullshit of being in service like a servant girl is not true! Think of it this way: a queen can serve thousands more than a serving girl. But you can’t be a queen when your first priority is to clean the fucking house.
So decide today if you want to build a business or a hobby and put the support structures in place to make it happen. No excuses. No drama. No bullshit.
If I can do it – anyone can!!
Walk with honor.
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