(Doesn’t sound like something I would say ;))
The way you’re going to get there is the same way you were ALWAYS going to get there is the only way that ANYBODY ever gets there is by claiming.your place.now.
Planting your damn flag on top of the mountain and saying what is UP, bitches, what’s been happening, here I now am and so the show can BEGIN.
The thing is –
The stuff you feel inside of you is real.
You are not SUPPOSED to do it like the others! Yes, I know your diva thoughts! I know how a part of you is outraged at even the IDEA of having to ‘work’ your way there like everybody else. You should be in charge! This is obvious! Frankly a lot of the so-called stuff you’re ‘supposed’ to do to make it is beneath you!
You know all of this as sure as you know the sky is blue, but at the same time you wonder if you ARE just a tad full of yourself, if you have to pay your dues.
And so you have been setting your sad little sorry self to work … trying to at least, ’cause let’s face it, a good deal of the time you don’t manage to follow through … you procrastinate, you sabotage, you make lists within lists, you promise yourself that tomorrow you will be a good little entrepreneur –
Do it right –
Follow the rules –
Do what you SAID you’d do and what they tell you to.
Then once again, night becomes morn and what happens? Not much! You flake the fuck out, are filled with self-fury and frustration at how you STILL don’t manage to follow the fuck through. What’s wrong with you? Why do you just keep on NOT doing all this shit you’re meant to do? It’s terrifying / despair-inducing / deeply freakin’ concerning, because if you continue to not do the work then how in the name of chocolate and all that’s Holy are you EVER going to build the damn thing?!
You KNOW you were born for more.
You KNOW you came here to CHANGE things, to shake ’em up, to shift people and indeed to bring MILLIONS to their next level as you also claim yours.
You know you meant to be RICH gurl, yeah …
Have all the things
Dance wild and free and naked down the street (or at least in your own lounge) –