“You’ll never get far in business”,
he said, barely holding his frustration back as he hit the big red X and left the call.
He was going to feature me, a new entrepreneur, in Forbes – in exchange for something oh, so small and insignificant, it almost didn’t matter.
As someone who almost took her own life because of cyberbullying, I was unfazed – I always am. (for real – I take on petty hate, trolls and unwanted advances better than you take good news. Come @ me!).
I stood up from the sofa and poured myself a glass of water, imagining how the next 12 months of my life were going to go. Getting far in business was a given – I never had any doubt I’d succeed.
The question was… how? How was I going to get from living in a one-bedroom apartment above a car repair shop in Denmark, to living wherever I wanted, making all the money I wanted and helping all the people I wanted?
Not that making $1000/month wasn’t the-best-thing-evah (can you feel that sarcasm dripping from your screen?), but I was ready for a million-dollar business.
Well, call me queen obvious because the answer turned out to be right under my perfectly-shaped nose: