Friday I’m Shooting a podcast and then I’m being interviewed for a series of pieces in a magazine. It’s been a while since I’ve accepted offers like this.
When the gentleman reached out I replied “May I ask who sent you”? Immediately my logic kicked in and I then blurted out “Yes, I would love to be interviewed”.
I’ll admit that this year has been an amazing year of growth but the last few months have been extremely difficult. I’ve had quite a few obstacles and shallow distractions pop up strategically before me.
Sometimes as women…when we don’t allow others to disrespect, mistreat or “borrow” our work we have sank our heart and souls into we can be called difficult.
When we begin to speak up and speak out we can be referred to as having
a big mouth
the list is endless
So when a reputable publication reaches out to do a piece on me it feels nice. It feels gracefully normal in a VERY welcomed way! But I can clearly see the damage that not feeling I can trust people in the business world and sometimes in my personal life has me a bit “shook”.
So if I appear to act in a manner that seems a bit entitled lately, it’s because frankly.. I’ve earned it. Every book written, every client, every referral, every news interview, every written publication, every program, product everything has been of my own birthing. From seed to sprout… I carried each idea in my womb. There are no borrowed quotes here. There will be no building (or writing) off another’s back. No name borrowing or name dropping.
And although I may not always do things perfectly, strategically or scripted, I do get to do everything my way. And it’s a beautiful way filled with fumbles and “fuck you’s”! It’s full of sometimes shitty lighting and cameras falling to the floor. It’s full of being authentically free with my writing and not paying an ounce of attention to what others are doing until I feel the ankle biting occur. It’s called being creatively free and authentically real. It’s talking about the bad shit that happens in life along with the good. It’s not wearing a mask for one person and then taking it off and wearing a mask for another. It’s called being myself….being real!
I don’t pay a copywriter, I write!
I don’t hire a publicist, I publicize.
I don’t research, I draw upon my own life experiences.
This life long pregnancy has been fathered by the Earth, my ancestors and my own creativity. I don’t need a muse…I am one.
Thank you ~ I am in full gratitude for supporting my work.