So, a few weeks ago, I woke up to an email in my inbox that prompted a bit of a shriek. No, it wasn’t another one of these. And for all that’s holy, it wasn’t another one like this one.It was one that made me do something I’ve loved doing for 38 years: call my mom.
The last time I called her, this column got a mention in the New York Times. Although a blurb, there were plenty of years where the only mention she’d ever figure me for in that paper was an FBI wanted notice. So it was sweet.
And my last call to her (and forgive the shit out of me for calling her before all y’all) was to tell her that I’m Entrepreneur Magazine‘s newest columnist.
I’m a bit of a fan girl right now, because beginning with the June issue, you’ll see me alongside the likes of Richard Branson, Chris Brogan, Gary Vaynerchuck and like…OMFGBBQhamstersonastickSAUCE. I’ll be in both the print and online editions, which means you can line your catbox with my column or draw sexy moustaches on my byline pic when you’re done reading it. And what’s it all about? Well, Amy Cosper (Editor in Chief, Entrepreneur Magazine) has graced this redhead with an uncensored column called “All Up In Your Business” on successes, grievous failures and all that is the rolling, messy tide of digital marketing.
In short: I’m going to be getting paid to drop the f-bomb. Suuuuuuuckit!
And here’s where I say: you are the reason I got this opportunity. You. You come by, you read, share and comment. You dish it out on my Facebook page and are the reason I get my best ideas. You subscribe to this blog and let me violate your inbox like a parking meter multiple times each week. If it weren’t for you, I’d just be a crazy lady with a keyboard.
So thank you. Every goddamned one of you who’s ever taken the time to stop by read, share love, empathy, sympathy, tell me I’m a bad example, a bitch or just too damn lippy. You’re the reason I get to wake up each morning and do what I love. And maybe it’s a little stupid, but yes — I’m crying a little bit. Fuck off. It feels good to call my mom.