I keep being requested to send recent photos of myself and then I can’t cuz I’m on an iPad so I’m making a photo page…here it is. Sorry If you were expecting something clever…

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If it’s not too late.


So my husband and I decided to finally learn how to shoot a camera and bought our very first DSLR. It’s a Pentax k-r, but don’t judge the camera by these photos. I have spent my whole life taking photos with polaroids, disposable cameras and my blackberry.

This morning, I have been playing around with what is on hand…my cats and my tea. As you can see, I am a beginner from my “artsy” close-ups and “edgy” angles.

Expect more soon. I’m excited to see what happens after I read the instruction manual.


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sorry.

That’s about it.

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My big lesson learned this week is actually an old Kenny Rogers song, The Gambler. “You gotta know when to hold ‘em. Know when to fold ‘em. Know when to walk away. Know when to run.” As a burgeoning business owner, I have had the thrilling opportunity to feel like holding, folding, walking and running all at the same time…all the time. And when I say “thrilling,” I mean “nauseating.” I have been in flight or fight for about a week now with no apparent reason to be. I am healthy, safe, and in a mentally sound relationship with my spouse, friends, and family. I have no predators. I am not lack for shelter. I eat three (or more) balanced meals a day. But with all that, I am terrified of losing everything and dying alone by lunchtime Tuesday. So what gives? What is this near-panic, country song chaos that is my brain? How did it start?

I had an idea.

It has not proven to be a good idea. It is too new to be a bad idea. But it is an idea that I decided to put into motion. Because I know objectively that I haven’t given this idea a fair chance, I want to keep trying (hold). But because the world didn’t run to me, begging to be part of what I didn’t tell them I thought up, I want to give up (fold). Because I’ve gotten a small amount of feedback that feeds my fears this may be a bad idea, I am prematurely dying of embarrassment (walk away). Because I am a catastrophic thinker, I assume this tiny amount of feedback is actually what everyone else thinks but is afraid to hurt my feelings and really the whole world is laughing at me. Who cares I just admitted three sentences ago that I’ve only told a limited few. Who cares I only told them a couple times and if the theory of “three times told equals one time heard” is true, I actually haven’t told a single soul. The whole world is laughing at me. (Run).

And there is rarely a moment that I am sitting in any of those, because as soon as I do, an event happens. An email saying no when I am relying on it saying yes for a series of events to unlock. An email saying yes the moment I’m considering shutting down the blog and deleting all facebook posts. A downvote on reddit (three actually) put me in a funk for days. And the whole reason I started was from a “like” on my facebook status mentioning it. Both are not reasons to start or stop a business idea. But both were all I needed in my rapid heartbeat, reactionary mind. I am not generally this scared. I have ideas. I pursue. I succeed or give up. Whatever. Life happens. But ever since this particular idea, I have been a tumbleweed of raw nerves. I can’t get a grip on my confidence. It’s either large and unwieldy, overbearing in its insistence to push forward, or tiny and weak, frozen in terror like a mouse under the glowering eyes of a snake.

But for every day I hold ‘em, I’m realizing the best case scenario is success and the worst case scenario is knowledge. Unlike the world of a gambler, I cannot lose if I keep playing the game.

This lesson is profoundly obvious to successful people. Anyone I talk to who has reached some level of self-made success in their passion merely nod. Yep, all you got to do is be standing when the dust settles. Yeah, get done with those nine no’s to get to your one yes. Sure, failure only happens when you give up. It’s obvious to them. You know who it’s not obvious to? People who have given up. The “pragmatists.” There will always be someone giving us a reality check. They are never successful at their passion. Coincidence? Likely not. So when I want to fold, hell, to run, I remember that Kenny Rogers song. I know who’s at the table. I want to stay at the table with these players. I want to keep playing. And I like my hand.

Hold.

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Yes, timing ON an entrepreneur. I no longer believe a successful business or any creative or career endeavor is all about the person’s timing. It is all about the timing of events thrust upon us.

I’m reading Seth Godin’s LINCHPIN and see it as a well written self-help book that comes from the work angle. It is inspiring, as self-help books tend to be. And it states the obvious that we all forget when we are scared. And we all get scared when we embark on a new career, business or project. And it really gets us to explore that fear, ideally to push through it.

I, for one, am terrified. I’m starting a business that I feel passionate about and feel confident will take off like a rocket before this year ends. But I fear I know too little, need too much, and desire what no one else desires, leaving me an industry of one with a market of one. I fear being a performer on opening night, staring into empty audience seats. The party host at 9pm with untouched snacks and an unopened keg of beer. And, while I’ve scoffed it for years, I’m also afraid of it taking off like a rocket. Yep, I fear success. (This is a good time to use the sometimes too accurate :/ emoticon)

But certain events, well timed events, have been thrust upon me that then move me forward. So, for those who don’t know, I am starting a crowdfunding site that utilizes naked photos and videos to raise awareness and funds for charities, disaster relief, artistic projects, and startups. It’s pretty straightforward. Crowdfunding has been done before. Going naked for charity has been done before. Now it’s all in one place.

What could I possibly be afraid of? As I try to list the plethora of fears, my own brain tells me how silly each fear is. And I delete it. The irony is that if I were to list these fears, you will either relate or you remember a time when you did relate or you don’t relate because you have never tried something outside your comfort zone. Okay, here’s a few. I’m afraid when I ask for help, no one will come to my aid. I’m afraid of being judged on my ethics. I’m afraid of being judged professionally. I’m afraid it won’t be perfect. I’m afraid of naysayers. I’m afraid most of complete silence.

Well, here’s a funny thing. All those things have happened. For a moment or a month, I’ve met rejection, judgement, pessimism and blank stares. And everytime I’m about to throw in the towel, help, praise, positivity, and/or loud cheers tugs me forward like a child at a carnaval tugging on a parent’s arm to get on the ferris wheel. Hope tugs and smiles and says, “We’re right on time if we hurry!”

So here’s my first lesson. Just like many artists say they don’t do the “creating,” they just show up for the channeling of a creation, starting a business is the same. I just need to show up. Show up to my blog to receive and post a new photo set. Show up to the next brainstorming meeting where a collective mind figures out a calendar of website upgrade launches. Show up to my laptop for another perfectly timed email from someone I was too scared to reach out to minutes before. Show up. Just show up to channel the creation.

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