I worked two years for free.
My business was failing.
Then I drove 20 hours a day for Uber.
And slept in my car.
I thought about the corporate route.
Instead, I chose work that I know makes a difference, 20-hour days, and the entrepreneurial life.
I had to give up my home, move in with my Mom and miss out on every social event for 3 years.
It didn’t matter.
I put myself behind the wheel.
Three years later, clients started lining up.
The hardest part is Faith.
My first client knew I could make a difference for her.
She said that my “glowing skin” and “upbeat energy” reflected how she wanted to look and feel.
I did everything I could to show her she made the right decision.
That she too could look and feel her best.
Since then, I’ve served 100s of clients.
They’ve established my reputation.
Auto-immune disease in remission.
Ulcerative colitis in healing.
Insulin reduced by 70%.
Weight down 50 pounds.
I’m no longer a one-woman business, but a team who helps me serve my clients.
It takes time.
This year, I added more clients than the first three combined.
And I never started at the finish line.
I failed more times than I succeeded in growing my business.
The only way I’ve grown is by solving one problem at a time.
I succeed because I fail.
The night sky is filled with millions of stars.
Every snowflake looks different from another.
The sun rises in the east every morning.
Life is but an endless series of experiences, with many extraordinary, seemingly disconnected, little details.
And the sum is breathtaking.
Would you work for free?
Would you leave a steady income and take any work to bring your dream to life?
Do you succeed now, because you failed?
Or, do you still fail, to succeed?
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