It’s the curse of the entrepreneur.
The desperate longing to be seen and known by thousands around the world.
The deep, tortured, desire to hide out and disappear.
Every sensual woman warrior knows it.
Like a neon sign plastered to our foreheads,
“Look at me. I’m beautiful. I’m amazing. I can change your life.
Look away. I’m not enough. I can’t help you.”
It’s the curse. It’s the dance. It’s the sucky part of success. It’s the beauty of it all.
The battle between never failing, always fitting in and hurtling, wildly, into freedom.
It doesn’t go away.
And that’s okay.
Because the entrepreneur, the Sensual Woman Warrior, does it anyway.
I had a dream about a month or so ago.
An eel-type creature slimed its way up my arm and nestled in between my elbow and left index finger.
It was disgusting and slightly terrifying.
And then it shit on my arm.
That’s when my good friend, who also happens to be a zen priest, and who, in real life, also married me and my husband, appeared, very excited.
“Ah,” he proclaimed, “You don’t understand. For if you did you would be full of wonder and excitement. There is a great teaching here. It is that 99% of your thoughts are shit.”
And that is why it is a curse and a dance.
Because we will never be without our thoughts.
It’s just that the entrepreneur (the successful one anyway) gets that her thoughts are shit.
Or at least 99% of them.
And so she does it anyway.
The music starts and she dances.
Twisted ankle, torn dress, totally uncoordinated.
Still she dances.
And she changes lives.