When it comes to having sex and making money, you’re supposed to know what you’re doing and be all great at it, but nobody teaches you anything about it, and you’re never supposed to talk about it because it’s inappropriate,

the real secret is you have to take huge, uncomfy risks. You have to do stuff you’ve never done before, to make yourself visible, to acknowledge your own awesomeness, to risk looking stupid.

I risked looking like an idiot and a fraud because this new business of mine was all about coaching other writers and I’d never coached other writers before.

I’d spent an entire lifetime self-righteously insisting that being rich was overrated and gross, and I wasn’t going to back down easily no matter how broke I had to stay in order to prove my point.

For the vast majority of my adult life I was a freelance writer, forever scrambling for work that paid an insulting nonamount considering how time consuming and challenging it was.

If I’d put the same amount of time and focus that I put into freaking out about not having money, cutting back my expenses, finding the deals, haggling, researching, returning, refunding, redeeming, rerouting, rebating, into actually making money,

You denying yourself your heart’s desires is not noble, it’s a waste of some damn good desires. And it denies the world our only opportunity to bask in more of you.

You, just like all living things, are meant to take up space on this planet. Shrinking back and denying yourself the things that bring you great joy, living under a cloud of guilt, refusing to make an impact ain’t why you’re here.

Our world, now more than ever, needs as many compassionate, creative, bighearted, conscious people to be as rich as possible so we can turn this mother around.