You Are a Badass at Making Mone - Jen Sincero
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CHAPTER 4<br />
BEST PRACTICES FOR BUSTING<br />
YOURSELF<br />
Somewhere along my journey through overcoming my financial<br />
flimsiness, I <strong>at</strong>tended a weekend seminar called Manifesting <strong>Mone</strong>y<br />
Like a Millionaire! I don’t remember the specifics, but it was probably<br />
in Las Vegas, probably in some fairly cheesy hotel conference room,<br />
definitely outside my comfort zone. There was about a three-year period in<br />
my early forties when I went to these types of things all the time. This<br />
particular event happened sometime after I started my online business helping<br />
writers get their book proposals done, before my business broke six figures<br />
for the first time, and months after moving out of chez garage into a house<br />
built for humans. I usually had to drag myself to these seminars because I felt<br />
so out of place <strong>at</strong> them. Not because I didn’t desper<strong>at</strong>ely need the inform<strong>at</strong>ion,<br />
cuz lawd knows I did, but because if any of my friends caught me there with a<br />
name tag pinned to my chest, discussing the power of gr<strong>at</strong>itude in my little<br />
breakout group, particip<strong>at</strong>ing in the call and answer: “Who’s a wealth<br />
magnet?” “I’m a wealth magnet!” “I can’t hear you?” “I’M A WEALTH<br />
MAGNET!” I’d never live it down. In other words, I felt above it all. Too<br />
cool for school. Snarkasaurus Rex. Sort of like people who love to travel<br />
(tourists) and love to comment (me) about how amazing a place would be if<br />
only there weren’t so many tourists. Basically, I was obsessed with the idea of<br />
self-transform<strong>at</strong>ion, my own in particular, I was fascin<strong>at</strong>ed by concepts like<br />
the power of mindset, and I realized I wanted to be a life coach <strong>at</strong> the level of<br />
the guy up on stage instead of remaining the Book Lady for the rest of my<br />
life. But I was embarrassed to admit to any of it because I was afraid of wh<strong>at</strong><br />
the people in my life would think. This was still back in the days when life<br />
coaching was regarded with the same highly questionable legitimacy as was<br />
(is?) psychic readings or hair-growth tonics. Wh<strong>at</strong> the hell is it anyway? Is it<br />
like therapy? Does it involve doing jumping jacks?