My Secret Confession

I'm going to let you in on a little confession; one that I've known about for a long time, but didn't mention it until now.

But before I tell you, do you remember what I've written in an earlier post about how when you're passionate about something, for an entrepreneur, it usually always translates to money?

I have not been blogging to simply be blogging, kids. Not that there's anything wrong at all in blogging.

I have had my eye on a greater goal this whole time. Therefore, Entrepreneur Chick announces to you:

"Entrepreneur Chick- How to Roll with Da Big Roosters"

And that's the title of the book.

I have been accepted and need to work on my "manuscript". Which I will, but before I do- I want to thank all of you who have read my blog, commented on my blog and encouraged and enjoyed what I have had to say here. Nothing will change. I am still your "Entrepreneur Chick" as always.

Hugs and kisses and much scratch from the *Chick* to you all!

I am an Entrepreneur By Default

The only story I know how to tell is my own. I was there, I remember what happened. A woman who I used to know had a term she used to describe women who weren't involved with anything. She called them "Poodles". Or "Poodles Wives." I'm not ashamed to say one bit, that I, by nature, am the biggest, fattest, poodle of them all. Unabashedly.

When I was someone else, in my past life, I was that poodle. I didn't work. I didn't have to. I didn't need to. I didn't want to. Which would have been all fine and dandy, had it not been for the fact that I chose a spouse, very unwisely.

Is it here that you think I'm going to bash him? Not a chance! It was my fault, STRAIGHT UP.

And when I realized that, though I apparently couldn't change him (drinking, drugging) I could, however, change MYSELF. But back to this drinking and drugging thing for a moment- in her outstanding series of books, "Getting Them Sober" author Toby Rice Drews states that "Living with an alcoholic is like living in an insane asylum without any doctors." She further goes on to say, "You are always guessing what 'normal' is." That, in a nutshell, describes several years of my life.

It's very freeing to realize that all you have to do is start fixing yourself. Well, thank God- because carrying around the weight of two people and the problems of two people; was never something anyone could do or needs to do. We are accountable for only one person's actions- our own.

My biggest problem, was not, as I said, him, but my own marginal thinking.

So, when I decided to leave, I had to start expanding my margins if I wanted to get anywhere.

This is the scenario that I believe is being played out in literally millions of homes across America and even the world.

Girl meets boy. Boy is a Dumb Ass. Girl marries Dumb Ass anyhow. Girl has Dumb Ass'es kids and then spends the better part of a decade figuring out why everything stinks and she's so miserable. Lest you accuse me of being sexist, simply switch it around. Boy meets Dumb Ass... it works both ways. The only thing that truly is different is the names. The same drama is being played out repeatedly.

Once, while I was filing a restraining order- and as I sat at a table filling out the necessary paperwork- I remember vividly other women around me asking each other- "What happened?"

"Well, he started drinking and... blah, blah, blah"- now you need a restraining order. My story was their story. Their story was my story. It's the same story.

I decided- Do Something Different- YOU IDIOT. So I did.

But now I have a real problem because I can't be told what to do. I will decide what I will do. This is so deeply entrenched into my character, it is non-negotiable. It's the same for most entrepreneurs. You just can't tell 'em what to do. They go nuts.

Choice number one: live under a bridge. Which is a no-go right there because where am I going to plug in my blow dryer?

Choice number two: learn how to run a business.

Which is where, kids, we find ourselves unregrettfully today.

And they all lived happily ever after.

THE END.

Free Ya Mind And Da Rest Will Follow~ Holla!

Funny how sometimes lyrics pop into your head. Do they pop in your head too? I haven't thought of En Vogue (so sorry, En Vogue) in years and years.

Free your mind and the rest will follow- is where my head's pretty much been for over a decade now.

I can tell you, I was in a bad freaking situation. Real bad. What I like to say, is, you know, for the sake of me sounding bitter and like some sort of victim, which I'm not- I say, when I finally open up to someone about my past- "Well, you don't have to take what I say as meaning anything- BUT the State Of Texas seems to think he's a convicted felon. What does that tell you?" And I drop it.

That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, which was getting the facts so straight in my mind and finally start telling myself the truth about the situation, quit covering it up with some bullshit layer of well-maybe-it-will-get-better... and take some action.

The real change began first, not in my actions, but in my mind.

Honestly, I know a lot of people are scared shitless to be their own boss, start a business and be entrepreneurs and truly stand on their own. For me though, it's really like, puleeze. Everyone I've dealt with while being an entrepreneur is (for the most part) sober, and not strung out on drugs!

Think it first. Toy with some few ideas second. Implement a little strategy third. Make it do what it do.

I've heard it said you are where you are today because of decisions you made five years ago. Really, truly? Where do you want to be?