You Are a Badass at Making Mone - Jen Sincero
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CHAPTER 11<br />
YOUR INNER WEALTH<br />
Way back in the early 1980s, Prince, who was not a huge somebody <strong>at</strong> the time, was invited<br />
to warm up for the Rolling Stones, who were extremely huge somebodies <strong>at</strong> the time. It<br />
was a big break for him and I imagine he was superexcited about it, but when he took the<br />
stage wearing nothing but a trench co<strong>at</strong> and tight black bikini undies, he got booed. Like real loudly.<br />
And a lot. A lot, as in they didn’t stop booing until he left the stage. Also, they threw stuff <strong>at</strong> him. And<br />
called him names.<br />
At the Rolling Stones’ next show, Prince once again pranced out in his skivvies and was received<br />
with the same verbose lack of enthusiasm by the Stones’ fans. Only this time—as he left the stage<br />
amidst a sea of boos and snickers—he made a decision. He did not decide <strong>at</strong> th<strong>at</strong> moment, as many<br />
people would have, th<strong>at</strong> perhaps he should spend the following afternoon shopping for pants. Prince<br />
instead decided, Screw these idiots, this ain’t who I am or wh<strong>at</strong> I’m about. Prince decided th<strong>at</strong><br />
instead of conforming to wh<strong>at</strong> everyone else expected of him and trying to win over people who<br />
didn’t appreci<strong>at</strong>e who he was, th<strong>at</strong> he would never, ever, be anyone’s warm-up act again. Not even<br />
the freaking Rolling Stones.<br />
All I can say is there were some monster cojones tucked into those little black panties of his.<br />
Yes, Prince was one of the most talented musical badasses to ever parade around the Earth. And<br />
guess wh<strong>at</strong>? <strong>You</strong> have gifts and talents just as unique and important inside of you. And you’re meant to<br />
respect, nurture, and strut your youness as unapologetically as Prince strutted his. The more in tune<br />
and in love you are with your awesome self, the less crap you will give about wh<strong>at</strong> any nonfans of<br />
yours think, the easier it will be to strut your strut, find your joy, and get it on with the green goodness<br />
of money.<br />
This is because getting rich, and succeeding <strong>at</strong> making any of your other dreams a reality, depends<br />
on who you’re being: how you’re thinking, speaking, believing, imagining, stretching, perceiving your<br />
world—all of which affect how you act. When you love and connect deeply with your highest self,<br />
you’ll discover th<strong>at</strong> your insecurities about sucking <strong>at</strong> your job or your fears about your money<br />
running out or your anger about the tom<strong>at</strong>o th<strong>at</strong> just hit you in the face while on stage—none of th<strong>at</strong> is<br />
who you are. Th<strong>at</strong> gnarliness is just where you’re <strong>at</strong>.<br />
As a human being, you will always face challenges and fears and sit next to someone who chews<br />
with their mouth open. We grow and learn through friction, even friction within ourselves, so your job<br />
isn’t to try to rid your life of uncomfortable moments or prickly challenges or hard, long looks in the<br />
mirror. <strong>You</strong>r job is to master the art of responding, aka being response-able for, and aware of, your