My Unsexy Entrepreneurial Story

It starts with this—I’m burned out. Highly functional and energized on the outside, but fried on the inside.

The problem isn’t with my ability to persevere. I know how to do that. I’m a long-distance runner whose every step is tainted with a bit of stubbornness. The problem lies in my quiet obsession with trying to build and launch a business like her.

Today, I’m putting it out into the world- I’m done.

I’m done trying to get The Breakthrough, start a catchy brand, come up with a mind-blowing business idea that profits right out of the gate, or write a viral post.

I’m done creating content to make my Instagram feed look professional and make friends with the finicky algorithm.

I’m done trying to implement advice that doesn’t first align with my intuition.

I’m done brainstorming new ways to be known and noticed.

I’m done with spinning my wheels, spending money on templates, and paying for the sacred secrets to turning heads and gaining followers.

I’m done being a slave to the internet and its sticky web of well-meaning people I don’t know telling me how to get what they have.

What I really want is nothing I’ve ever seen out there.

What I really want exists inside me.

What I really want to do is entice my whole beautiful and weird self into the world one slow, syrupy, sloggy step at a time, even if it doesn’t make me one. single. dollar.

It’s not the headline-worthy entrepreneurial story I have always hoped for, but it is the only one I know I can tell.