I can only laugh about the many (many) attempts I made at being an artist…. a MAKER… you know, of things. =) As a young girl, I’d disappear for hours, climb a tree and write poems. (For what purpose? Who knows… Just to be expressed, I guess.)
At around 10, I decided to build a broom… or a rake or something. From scratch. Why? WHO KNOWS? To make something.
In my HEART, I AM an artist.
Always have been.
The romance and messiness of being an artist CALLED to me. The UNRULINESS of it all… the artist’s life… LURED ME IN like the sirens of Greek mythology.
Only, I couldn’t sing.
Wasn’t MUCH better at acting.
And Plus…
the idea of playing ANYONE other than myself…
well, it didn’t suit. =)
I took an art class in high school.
Something with clay.
And dropped out within the first week.
My creations weren’t much more recognizable than the ball of clay they originated from.
Can’t sing.
Can’t act.
Can’t draw.
Can’t paint.
Can’t make stuff.
God was making a mockery of me, I thought.
WHY give me the HEART and SPIRIT of an artist and give me ZERO talent?
Still, somehow I knew
that I was an artist.
Oh, in the depths of my mind
mostly alone,
lost in my thoughts as I so often was,
and am…
I considered MANY options.
Writing songs for someone ELSE to sing and take credit for? Gag me with a spoon. Writing plays for someone ELSE to star in? Nope… not interested.
Eventually,
and begrudgingly,
and thinking TEMPORARILY,
I became an entrepreneur…
and realized that THIS was my art.
Transforming businesses and lives
with simple, common sense strategies and
my now infamous and sometimes inappropriate
analogies.
NOW, I realize that THE WORLD
specifically the business world,
and more specifically the WOMEN’s business world,
is my canvas,
my stage,
my concert.
And I show up the artist I have ALWAYS been.
Taking the stage I built myself.
Because my SOUL would NOT be denied.
(And because I wasn’t being invited onto other stages, lol…)
Anyway, as I stare out into the calm before the storm here in Carolina, watching the wind just SLIGHTLY kick up, my weeping willow trees barely swaying to a song I can’t yet hear…. I am reminded of my stubborn pursuit of a life that was uniquely mine.
I was — and am, I guess — like many “artists”
considered both unreasonable
AND utopian.
Simultaneously too stubborn and too lax.
Too fluid in some ways and way too firm in others.
Thought way too tolerant and permissive by some,
and impervious and unmoving by others.
But, never ONCE in my 41 years
did I say NO to me.
While I didn’t know where I REALLY fit,
I was unwilling to shape shift to make the fit happen.
Unwilling to give up.
Unwilling to compromise on core issues or desires.
Always going,
pushing,
creating,
UNTIL something made sense.
Anyway, I never did FIND a place where my entrepreneurial HEART was a “fit” and so I created that place.
A home,
a community,
a sisterhood,
and a business school…
for entrepreneurs like me.
THIS is Women Who WOW.
Created to serve the SERIOUSLY driven
and often understood or criticized
woman entrepreneur.
I am PROUD of our members.
Surgeons. Doctors. Coaches. Judges.
Authors. Lawyers. Artists. Therapists.
Helpers. Healers.
I’m proud to stand among them,
to call them my clients,
but mainly, my friends.
So, if you are FINALLY ready to MONETIZE your specific “art,”
If you are ready to grown your email list,
build your own stage,
get the following YOU deserve,
and the income to match…
with less stress and strain and overwhelm…
If you’ve been feeling misunderstood,
Misguided,
and frustrated as an entrepreneur because you KNOW that you have something the world needs, but the BUSINESS part, the MONEY part isn’t working right now,
Women Who WOW will help you turn ALL of this around. Through our events (and others), through our membership, our content….
we have helped thousands of women create the WILD success you KNOW is possible for you…
without compromising the things you hold most dear.
We did it with them,
and we can do it with you.
Message me for details (and for a HURRICANE FLORENCE “storm into your future” bonus!)
xoxo
Michelle
