If you’re going to get big, you’re going to have to learn to deal with it.
That’s the advice many of us receive when we take those first tentative steps to get our work into the world in a much bigger way.
The bigger you get, the more you’ll be criticized or just have nasty things said about you (or even to you — anonymously online of course). So, chalk it up to jealously and move on.
I used to believe this sage advice … until the moment I received a piece of nasty feedback from someone who read a blog post I wrote as a tribute to my mom after she passed away.
Now, I have a different take, and I talked about it on my Love-Based Money Podcast, here .
While 99% of the feedback and comments I received about the blog post tribute to my mother was how beautiful it was, I also got one of the nastiest, mean-spirited, hateful comments I’ve ever received in all my years of being online. (The person called me self-centered and spiteful and said I clearly hated my mother among other things — I thought of posting it but then I didn’t want to give her the attention she’s clearly craving.) Continue reading
You know those posts where someone talks about how “grateful” they are to be an entrepreneur and have the freedom and flexibility to drop everything for an emergency and have their business not miss a beat?
Yeah, they annoy me too.
They are especially annoying to me now as I begin to navigate the “new normal” and make my way back from the transition and passing of my mother.
It’s not that there isn’t some truth in what they’re saying, and I too am grateful I have systems in place and a team that can function at a very high level without me.
But, like I wrote last year about the “truth about working everywhere and anywhere” as an entrepreneur, it’s not the whole truth. Continue reading
When I was a teenager, my mom handed me a section from the newspaper.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“It’s a Mother’s Day contest,” she said.
I looked. You were supposed to write an essay honoring your mother and the top essays would not only win a prize but also be published on Mother’s Day.
I tossed the paper aside. “I don’t know what I would write,” I said.
You see, I was in my “stubborn difficult teenage brat” phase. This was also the time in my life where I would attend our high school football games and deliberately not look at the scoreboard at the end so when my mom would ask what the score was (and ask she always did because she loved her football) I would tell her I didn’t know. And she would sigh.
Sometimes I would even tell her I didn’t know if we won or lost. Just to irritate her.
But I didn’t forget she asked. I secretly read all the entries when they were published and wondered if it was possible that I could have written an essay for her. Continue reading
Today I take a moment to ponder all what death has taught me.
My first dog, Amber, died unexpectedly in my arms at 6 years old. She just collapsed one day and died. I was horrified and hysterical. At that time I had been lucky enough to barely witness death in my life — I still had 3 living grandparents.
My second dog, Maddie, had lung cancer and I listened to her for 2 weeks struggling to breathe at night, not being able to sleep. Finally one night my husband couldn’t stand it anymore so we woke the vet up to put her down — I got in the car with her and she suddenly collapsed and died in my arms. I felt exhausted and empty. Continue reading