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I am saying yes to the business of my dreams.

Those words are written on a yellow index card, propped on my desk in front of my keyboard.

I read them dozens of times a day.

Every time I need re-centering. Which is often. It is NOT smooth sailing over here. 

It is chaotic. It is scary. It’s exactly like a roller coaster: the thrill of the ascent, the shock of the drop, the unexpected twists and turns, the wind in my face and tears in my eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

But I’m holding fast to the vision: a business that feels as good on the inside as it looks from the outside.

A business that’s built on four pillars: selling books (Catchlight comes out on October 1!), leading writing retreats, coaching entrepreneurs who are writing books, and teaching online writing classes.

It’s simple. But not easy.

Elegant. But not straightforward.

My vision for the business feels amazing. And I am hella scared, most of the time. And I love that.

(Correction: I’m practicing loving that.)

Building the business of my dreams requires me to embrace the whole messy process. 

A lot of people online make it look like you can put in some hustle, add some Facebook ad dollars, pour in a generic idea, pull a few levers, and – bing! – a six-figure online business materializes in a shower of fairy dust.


That has not been my experience AT ALL.

Come to think of it, the process of building a business I love is exactly like writing a book. 

You start with an idea. You’re so excited. You write dozens of pages. Then you hit a wall. Suddenly nothing’s working, you don’t know what happens next and your brain goes into overdrive.

Why are you working on this, anyway? This is a waste of time. You’re never going to “make it.” What’s the point of even trying?

Don’t listen to your brain. It’s just trying to protect you. 

But if you let your brain protect you – from feeling fear, from taking risks – you’ll end up with a 9-5 job that bores you to tears and evenings filled with cheap wine and endless Netflix binges to numb you from all the dreams you’ve let die.

Don’t let your dreams die.

Go after them with the wild, silly abandon of a three-year-old running gleefully through the aisles of Staples.

(That was Elijah last Tuesday, shopping with me for retreat supplies.)

Say yes to whatever’s calling your name. 

Just say yes.

P.S. Say yes to joining my brand-new virtual book club. It’s the funnest place to talk about books on the internet. Join the club.

March 6, 2020

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