What A Maneater, Dreamer And A Ballsy Bitch Have In Common

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I’m going to tell you the story of how I started my first real blog.

By real of course I mean one that made me money(however little it was, and trust me, it was little).

So, as boring as my “story” may be, I’m going to tell you anyway.


Because for some reason, I feel like it’s relevant to you.

And we’ve come to a point in our relationship where I’m ready to go ALL.THE.WAY. Yeah, it’s that serious.

If you have been blogging for a while, or running your own business you know that you have to make yourself vulnerable. You open yourself up to fail, to be criticized, to make mistakes, to have your family think you are completely out of your mind.

You learn that you have to guard your dreams and that everyone will NOT share in your successes. And people will ask you when you are going to get a “real” job.

(By that they mean working your ass off making someone else millions that they take and enjoy with the awesome life they have created while you struggle to make it to your kids soccer games, are restricted when you can take a vacation, and are a slave to the alarm clock- yeah, no thanks mom).

So me telling you anything about me that’s personal is me once again, putting myself out there. By the way, if you want to be great at anything, you will have to do it to eventually.

It all started with a breakup and a song.

The song: you guessed it Maneater. But not the original, the Nelly Furtado version. (Btw, this song has become my personal anthem. I listen to it and dance around my room daily. Seriously).

The breakup: his name is Toderick. That’s his real name. We were in love. But one day, things changed. We grew apart, and well, I broke up with him. It was kind of mean the way I did it (I have to admit). It was not really hard for me, I was cold, and exact, and unforgiving.

That’s when I became the Maneater(that was the name of my blog)

My ex-boyfriend first called me that. I cried.

And then I took to the blogosphere.  No experience, no intention to do anything other than express myself.

I blogged, and I cried, and I looked for signs that I was still a good person, because hurting people doesn’t feel good. And being accused of not caring feels even worse.

Long story short, I discovered that I wasn’t a bad person, I grew a huge and amazing following, I wrote my first ebook, and I discovered exactly what I was meant to be doing in life at that point-BLOG. I was in love.

Eventually, once I got real ballsy, I quit my job and started blogging and running my internet business full time.

Here’s what the maneater, dreamer, and ballsy bitch have in common

Me. I’m all of the above. But started as a dreamer.

It’s not about talent. It’s not about education. It’s not about who you know. It’s not about finding your life purpose.

Life is about guts.

And for me, that’s how it started.

I jumped, I leaped, I took a chance. I embarked on the greatest journey of my life (greatest next to parenthood).

The maneater, the dreamer, and the ballsy bitch are all me. But it took courage, it took a lot of long, hard looks in the mirror to discover what had been inside of me all along.

The journey has been amazing. And with each new challenge, I learn more and more about myself. And I actually like it. I am ballsy, I am a dreamer, and I have been a maneater (don’t judge).

So there you have it.

Dream it, do it, and learn along the way.

Till next time people! Cheers!



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