Your Hobby? It’s a Bad A@@ Biz Looking for Love

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Confession: I’m running slow today, feeling run down, so after I get this to you, I’m going to take a nap. Yup. At ten am.

My writing look; headphones are critical magic.

 

See that goose over my shoulder? Thats the one that reminds me every day, several times a day, about how my self care is the most important factor in having a thriving business, an awesome life full of friends and happy and flexibility and all things good.

 

I have to take care of the goose. I am the golden goose.

And I can.  I’ve designed my business in away that supports my goose instead of dragging it all over the place, exhausted, trying to squeeze that last fifty cents out of some recalcitrant client.

Cause I went to B~School.

Listorama of how my life got better after Bschool.

1) Saw O SO CLEARLY that I was chronically under earning as an urban curandera. Raised my rates, found the ideal customer for me, created awesome offerings, started giving more services away. Designed classes and digital products for folks that needed my info and couldn’t get to me cause the one on one rate was to high, or wasn’t within two hours drive time to Houston.

1.5) Decided which further education I really needed. Mayan Abdominal Massage and Midwifery, I’ll see you soon, I’m going to finish the training. Cupping, life coaching, Bachelors? Not so much.

2) Saw which “businesses” were really a hobby (mostly cause thats how I was treating them) like selling and instructing about cultured vegetables, Tarot readings and education, getting Cool Honey’s story onto paper, my fiber studio, altered couture, all of it.

3) Saw which hobby could easily be a business, and frankly were not going to satisfied with anything else. Hooping.

HOOPING

HOOPING?!

REALLY?

Yes, really. Hooping. Punk Rock Hoops and Hottie Hoop Camp are now internationally known. Ok, maybe in only one or two countries outside of the states, but it counts. Last year my hoop hobby was known only about thirty feet outside my apt, so this totally counts.

And I do this with my SISTER!!!

Do you know how good it is to talk to my sister everyday about sharing hooping with with other hot mamas, getting them up and enjoying their bodies regardless of size.

Delirious with Joy, Seriously.

 

I want this for you.

I want that hobby to EXPLODE into a supah fun ass bizness that lets you take a nap at noon if you need one.

I want you to have enough time for yourself.

I want you to buy yourself your dream car.

I want you to not stress out with worry about money each month.

I want you to make some freaking super cool babes like Bari that can help you not lose your shit when you hit the big time. There are some crazy town innovative folks in this school. The community alone is worth the price.

 

Love letter number number two.

 

Dear Hot and Sexy, Totally Amazing Awesome Woman I Know,

After 1,700 comments and a ton of anticipation, it’s OPEN :

Marie Forleo just opened the doors to her legendary B-School program and I have to say, it’s 13 year old awesome’s older sister driving a brand new Camero to a date with a bad boy. You know, delicious. Anticipatious. Really freaking cool.

Fly even.

Um, dont take my word for it, go here to see the program.

And Enroll.

Now.

http://rhhbschool.com/join-us/?ref=Rowan

She’s detailed exactly what you’ll learn- and what you won’t – in this 8 week training to help you leverage your online presence for more sales and more impact.

 

B-School is one of the most comprehensive programs I’ve seen and she’s got hundreds and hundreds of graduate reviews to prove it works.  Graduates that have knocked it our of the ball park, just like me. Some more than me, but thats cool, I’ll be in there with ya, doing it again.

 

I heard from Marie that she doesn’t think she’s offering this program again “live” for a while so if you want to work with her, now is the time.

 

Check it out before it fills up!

http://rhhbschool.com/join-us/?ref=Rowan

 

Have a question for me? I’m ready to answer it. Twitter, FB, email, smoke signals. whatever. Im ready. and Honest.

 

xo, Rowan

P.S.  I’m serious. I’ll be there also.

Some things get better every time you do ‘em. Like, well, I think you get the idea.

http://rhhbschool.com/join-us/?ref=Rowan

So now back to that nap, the goose is insistent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your Business is a Hobby, Your Business Coach is a Red Headed B!tch.

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News Flash: I love You.

News Flash: Your going nowhere fast business? Its really a hobby.

It’s cool, it really is.

You can be mad at me, totally fine.

Cause I’m the friend* that’s going to say, “You know that guy? He’s a pervy asshole, and I don’t feel good about this, I don’t think you should marry him. Don’t invite me to the wedding.”

I love you enough to stand up to your anger.

Not my friend you say? I’m the curandera you hired to help whisper along your labor, and therefor not really given carte blanche?

Screw that noise. The minute you hired me I committed to giving you everything I have (including the baby boobie beanie,) so I’m not really going to hold my tongue.

I am your body’s advocate. If I think your mother -in-law is a Cesarean birth waiting to happen, I’m going to speak up. I want the very best for you, and if things don’t turn out the way you dreamed its not going to be cause I saw an obvious (or subtle or tricky or whatever) birth block and glossed over it.

 

No way.

No fucking way.

Even if I don’t ever see you again.

So when I hear a bunch of bitching and whining about an entrepreneurial  endeavour not working out, the first thing that rolls through my head is a business requires some enthusiasm, a plan, a good idea, and some “stick-to-it-ivity”as my grandmother would say.

So I start looking for whats missing in the equation. You know what it is? Mostly a plan, with a heavy twist of NO stick-to-it-ivity.

Indulge me for a minute here. If you have a business, whats your plan? Where is it weak? If you had this work sheet in front of you, could you easily fill it out?

Big Nooooooooo? Watch this video (its free) and see if it makes a difference.

Not feeling it? Not learning anything? Might be one of two things, 1) You and Marie don’t jive, she’s got nothing for you. It’s cool, sometimes it happens.

 

Or……

2) your business is really a hobby wearing a business suit.

A hobby is something you pick up when you want, they make you happy, and are waiting unchanged when you come back, mostly. Except you’re unhappy ’cause your “business” didn’t flourish when you weren’t looking.

 

If you have a business, really and truly, I’m committed to helping you get it on the streets. In fact, I’m so committed to you getting your sh!t together I’m wrote you a (business) love letter.

 

 Dear Hot and Sexy, Totally Amazing Awesome Woman I Know,
Isn’t it wild that sometimes it’s the smallest distinctions that create BIG FAT results?
 This new training video from my homegirl Marie Forleo made a few of these small distinctions about marketing, positioning and packaging that shifted me, and will create major results for you as well, if you really get them. 
 In this video, you’ll learn:
  • The single most important factor to making an income, and an impact online (this is a MUST watch if you have any resistance to marketing!)
  • 13 Keys to Killin’ It Online – simple and brilliant
  • What she calls her “dirty little secret” to making millions…listen for the “trojan horse” part
The reason I love this video is that she breaks down exactly how she thinks and what strategies she uses to run her business. All of it is stuff YOU can use right now. (Just like I did.)
 Watch the video and download the PDF worksheet here. 
 Again, this series is 100% free so please enjoy it now, comment and spread the word to every woman you know!  Especially the friends who have that awesome idea or product that is going to change lives, if she could just get it in front of the right people.
Can be bothered? To watch four free videos that can show you what’s missing in your business? Hobby.
What do I get out of this? if your business starts rocking the shiznit?
Birds of a feather. 
You succeed, I succeed.
Thats how I roll.
xo, Rowan
P.S. If you have ANY resistance at all to marketing – for the love of all things holy WATCH this freaking video now! If you have women you know that should see this – share the (biz) love,  forward this letter, I got enough love for all of ya  :)
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Note: My girl Sarah from Team Forleo reminded me that I should mention I get a kickback if you go to Bschool. All of society does actually, cause the big wild world will be better for it ’cause of your awesomeness will be revealed to all, not to just  your closest family and FB friends. Mine will just be via paypal.

 

* I am apparently the only friend. You know those other mutual friends of ours? The ones who thought he was a creepy hoser and would tell me about it, that I was right, but didn’t say anything to you, the one that should have been told? They let you down.

Bobbi’s Balls, The Dream that Wasn’t.

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Anybody else read “For Whom The Bell Tolls?”

I sure didn’t, even when it was assigned in high school. Rumor had it that it was gonna suck, so I opted out. I kinda wonder about that choice now, cause I’m pretty sure that since then I’ve heard that big bell tolling for me.

Many

Many

Times.

“Rooowwwwwaaaaaaaaannnnnn, this shit is never gonna work out and its all sorts of fucked upppppppppppppp……”

And I’m also pretty sure that I heard that bell tolling when I was HOTand HEAVY and in LOVE with this cutie that found me in the ashes of a crushing dramatic lesbian divorce.

This cutie was awesome, stuck up for me, thought I was pretty, and you know, wanted me when I felt like old toenail clippings.

Life was perfect.

Except it wasn’t. Not even close.

We were talking about future plans, and because I’m a chronic social entrepreneur and she was recovering from a motorcycle injury (so butch! so hawt!) I had one of my GREAT FUCKING IDEAS!!!

The plan: My new girl loved snow cones, raspas, all the way down to the minute detail of how the ice should be shaved, apparently she had been doing “research” for years, or at least that’s how I saw it.

Like there is a freaking CULT of snowcone lovers, who knew?!

All I saw was low overhead (sugar, ice, a scooper, food coloring), I knew a dude selling a food truck on the cheap, I figured we could talk someone into letting us rent an empty lot on Westheimer, score a few picnic tables and we would be blazing great guns.

Have our friends dress in their drag troupe alter egos, come out and socialize, do a photo booth, hoop, screw off, HAVE FUN!!

See the Vision?

"I had to put my snowcone down to pose!"

 

 

I priced it out, 3 grand and Bobbi’s Balls would have been in business.

Except she didnt wanna. Nada. Nothing. No.

Thats cool I said, its only for the first summer, we will work our assess of but we will be together, we’re so in love! After that first summer we hire someone to manage the books, manage the truck, we will just have fun with folks having fun. See the BIG PICTURE?

No dice.

Cue the bell. Its starts tolling here. Riiiinnnngggggg.

See, she explained to me, she wanted an easy job in middle management, where she worked 9-5, went home, and didn’t much care about it the J O B till she hit the door the next day.

I waited for the punch line.

And waited.

Still waiting.

OH MY FREAKING JEEZIE CREEZIE ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? THAT SOUNDS LIKE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!

I tried to play it off, “hey, its cool, we can be different.”

Lies.

If you are like me, an entrepreneur that sees what isn’t there, has some awesome drive, enthusiasm, and isn’t quite sure how to get your bizness out in front of the best customers, I have your answer.

Clarity, thy name is Rich, Happy & Hot Business School.*

Click on over, watch her little vid and if it speaks to you sign up for her freebies. Post a little note, let me know what you think.

If you are more of a nine to five gal, hey its cool. Somebody has to be the employee, right?

It’s just not ever gonna be me.
xo
rowan

ps I’ve been a curandera for over 20 years, and just figured out how to tell that to people (like you know, potential clients) while attending RHH Bschool. I also figured out that I had been dicking my own self over by charging 1/3 of what I should and marketing to the wrong folks for all these years. What a fucking waste. Don’t be like me, get you some Marie.

 

* My girl Sarah from Team Forleo reminded me that I should mention I get a kickback if you go to Bschool. All of society does actually, cause we will all be better for it ’cause of your awesomeness that will be revealed to the world, not just to your closest family and FB friends. Mine will just be via paypal.

I Really Hate Mother’s Day.

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I Really Hate Mother’s Day

Lets all sing along, to the tune of I really hate Mondays, thank you Mr Geldof.
Its weird, right? Not being in L O V E with a day that celebrates all that I do, helping babies get conceived, helping mamas stay loved and keepin their babies in, and then helping those babies get birthed while mams feels safe and awesome?

 

Like what the fuck is WRONG with me?

art by Teesha Moore

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here, get a cup of tea, let me ‘splain myself.

See, I met my kids when they were 4, 12, 12, and 14. I married their birth mother.

From experience I can tell you that the truly and most sincerely the number one horrendous thing about being in a same sex relationship is the zippo rights I had when the relationship dissolved. I missed the kids so much I would grade A super star gallactic wig out every day at around 2pm, full blown panic attacks, the big banana of freaking out.
Cause  what do moms do around 2pm? if they are stayin or workin from home they start getting kids home from school, and that’s what I had been doing for a year or so. And I would of happily continued it on and on and on till everyone was done with their schooling, till grad school do we part.

And that was just the 2pm shift.
So enter the great black hole of oh crap!, what do I do now?!!!!!

 

 

So I worked and worked, sometimes I got to see the kids, and did dangerous shit when I didn’t and eventually came back to a place of almost whole. Almost.
Sabotage, I hear thy call. I decided to be a surrogate for a friend. Whoaaaaaa, thats a roller coaster ride. Every period a disaster, another failure.

I stopped the inseminations when I couldn’t take it any more. No dice.

 

So Mother’s Day, I see you. And I celebrate you.

For everyone else.

 

 

When is Other Mother’s Day?
The day for moms like me, who love someone elses children as my own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

photo by Captured Simplicity

 

When is “I really fucking want this” Mother’s Day?

The day for the women struggling with fertility, doing the IVF thing, having repeated rendevous with rounds of shots and “dildo cams?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When is UN mother’s day?
The day for women who decide that they didnt wan’t children, like my sister who instead decided to be the best Aunt BB any kid could ever want to have.

 

 

 

I don’t have many answers today.
I see you.
I hear you.
I’d be happy to massage you if your belly is big with child or your heart big with heartbreak.

And you should probably know that occasionally I get lucky, the stars line up, and the women I work with get a pregnancy that sticks, and then we are all smilling 40 weeks or so later.

I’m having a Mother’s Day Gift Cert special, for whatever kind of Mother you may be.

So thank you for being You.

xo,
Rowan

ps If I left you out, tell me what I missed. Never, ever intentional.

~ How To Visit A New Born ~

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Have you seen this awesome picture?

Jess MichaelThat’s baby and mama in a healing sacred herb bath, four hours after his amazing home birth. Notice the dim lights, the look on that baby’s face, the overall vibe?

The following piece of sage advice was written by a new papa, this new papa. He and his incredible wife T had the most amazing home birth, and he was doing his best to keep the sacred vibe rolling ~

How To Visit a Newborn

- bring food.*

- wash dishes.

- help with laundry. fold some towels.

- refill mama’s water glass.

- be aware that you are entering a sacred space, where mama and baby have enacted a tangible miracle, love made flesh. enter with quiet reverence, please.

- papa, whether he realizes it or not, is the guardian of a sacred space. please do what you can to make his job easier.

- please limit your visit to a couple of hours at absolute most, limit photography to the bare minimum, and limit the number of people in the birthing room.

- wash your hands.

- modulate the tone and volume of your voice. you don’t have to whisper, but loud noise will disturb baby.

- please leave any gifts in your car. if you must bring gifts, set them down someplace out of the way, and tell papa “We got you guys an (x).”

- baby has three jobs: eating, sleeping and pooping.

- mama has three jobs: resting, healing and feeding baby.

- If your presence isn’t helping mama or baby perform one of their three jobs, ask yourself why you have entered their space.

- baby is not a rock star, an NFL quarterback, or a lingerie model. baby will be disturbed by lots of strange giants pointing flashing, clicking devices at him. this is where UFO abduction nightmares come from.

- if mama or baby is looking tired or stressed, make your graceful exit immediately. this applies even if you just got here ten minutes ago.

- as you make your timely and graceful exit, grab the trash bag and drop it in the outside bin.

- all of these guidelines and regulations may seem onerous and restrictive. Daddy may seem like a cranky asshole. mama and papa and baby have all just been through a major upheaval in their lives. adjusting to that, and tending to the daily needs of all three, is an enormous job. show respect.

- baby is forming non-verbal associations that will last his entire life. if you want to continue to be a part of his life, you want him to associate you with warmth and comfort and relaxation.

Signed,

Cranky Hippie New Dad

 

* Have I ever talked about my stepmother? No, well thats probably because we have diametrical views on pretty much everything, but one thing we can both get behind is being gracious. And bringing food. So let’s just call this first point Betty Approved.

Well, I Really D!cked that Up.

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Screwed the pooch, my d!ck’s in the dirt, for some reason all my analogies feature the glorious peen, or an activity there of. And I must admit I feel a wee(!) bit better each time I say it. D!ck.

Peen Getting a Good Look at the View.

I’m fixin to totally disregard the sage advice of my personal entrepreneurial hero, and do a little growing up in public.

See, I moved my clinic space. Into my apt. The groovy yet oh so small apt.

On a Saturday afternoon. After I saw clients. With a help of a bunch of friends in the Soji Power collective. (and apparently I am, strike that, was a nasty dirty woman, my god I had never seen dust bunnies like that. I blame the puppy.)

Soji Power in action!

And even with all this help (and some awesome paint from the folks at New Living), you know what? I wasn’t ready to see clients on Monday. Canceled more folks on Tuesday (complete with a FB meltdown) and on Wednesday, feeling shaky but pushing through, thirty minutes before my first client, the electricity gets cut off.

I’m clueless. I can’t even tell if I’ve flipped a breaker or what. I’ve received no threatening letters, I payed in full last month, so I give em a call and yes, mam, I got turned off. Well excuse, fucking, me, I apparently need a PhD in bill deciphering and heiroglyphics to understand when and how much and why exactly I’m paying more during months that Im not EVEN USING THE AC than during the summer. You know, that summer where it only rained once for 15 minutes. In May.

As a side note, I could go on and on about the lack of customer service and civility, but I won’t. Bitches. (I’m looking at you, Green Mountain.)

So I had to do what my girl Crys Williams just wrote about, I had to deal with what came up after I wrote the “I’m gonna have to let you down,” email. It was way hard, and the texts too. I sucked, I’m awful, and my massage would be on par with Massage Envy or something, which is not even close to good enough for me.

Just like Crys said, the world didn’t implode. Folks were sweet, and I was bathed in love. Some had less love than others, but love was there.

So this has me wondering. Could I have built in more time to get settled? More time to get the vibe right? Cause it wasn’t about needing the money, thank you Bari Tessler, so I didn’t have to rush back to work, was it an old habit or que?

I think it was my standard M.O., and as I offer services with more depth, infused with richer energy, more clarity, and deeper connection, moving forward requires the energy to be right, the flow deep, and the love pure for me to do my best work. Cause thats what folks come to me for, right?

So after some more time, more tweaking, the vibe is right.

Moving forward I’m going to remember to give myself the the time, the grace, to get it right. Instead of pushing pushing pushing, cramming to much in at once. More breath, less cram.

 

Since we are all in this together leave me a comment below if you have a standard operating procedure that no longer serves, and lets kick that to the curb.

xo to the max,

Rowan

ps. need more peen? of course you do!

 

 

 

 

So Whats the Plan, Cab Driving Man?

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Talking to Smokey Red, a cab driver that was toting me back from an outcall, spurred this post.

Cab of Dreams and Inspiration

 

He thinks driving a cab fucking sucks. He had a list of reasons it wasn’t working for him, and a resteraunt supply catalog jammed up on his dashboard. Said he’d only be driving a cab for 4 or 5, maybe even 6 weeks more. He had visions of a food trailer, toting barbecue, feeding people, that’s his passion.

   So what’s the plan, cab driving man? “Well, I don’t really have it written down, its all in my head.” And I wanted to support him, kick him in the ass a little, cause I don’t want it to stay “all in his head.”

Keeping it all in your head makes you nuts. At first you obssess about your good idea, then you tallk about it all the time, and somehow all this talking makes you think you are getting somehwere, you buy a few random items that could, in theory, be part of your empire, if they, you know, worked right, had that missing wheel, or in the case of Smokey Red, if his trailer was code compliant, had that extra critical thingamabober, whatever.

But in reality what you have is a bunch of wasted time, shit talking, friends and family who dont wanna hear about “your good idea” anymore, and a bunch of broken down crap and clutter. If it was a tarot reading, it would look like this.

Going Nowhere Fast.

Enter the year 2012, The Year of Getting Shit Done. 

Not an entrepruner you say? Thats cool, expand yourself, try these out on your nine to fiver or on your domestic goddess domain, or stop reading right now, but for the love of biscuits find SOMETHING that contributes to your personal growth. Not your spouse, not the dogs, not the kids, but for YOUUUUUUUUU. Just You, we will all be better for it.

Still with me? Great.

Step right on over and sign up for this dude’s blog, Chuck Blakeman. He wrote a piece about how to effectively goal set, and instead of either sweeping general plans (see above) he wants you to figure out your next set of goals, cause we all know shit gets real when you write it down.

Lets do a quick check in here, HOW ARE THOSE NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS DOING? you know, the ones you made like less than two weeks ago?

Yeah, thats what she said.

Gee. Lets try something different. Won’t it be FUCKING AMAZING to not be staring back at 2012 going, “well damn, another year of not getting blah blah blah done.” Instead we will be doing elaborate secret code handshakes cause we rule our school, invested in ourselves, and created the life we want.

We can be cool like that. Yes.

Do me a favor (and you too) Comment below. Pick one from your list of 4-10 and tell me what this month’s objective is.

Look, I’ll go first. I’m gonna relocate my clinic, move a bunch of furniture, and temporarily work from my groovy tree house apt while my awesome landlady, her old man, and myself build out my fantasy healing art space in the studio below the apt. For reals.

We will, we will, rock this.

Tell me your dream thats gonna come true.

xo to the max,

rowan

ps if you are reading this Jan 10th, go over here and get your Spark Kit cause its pay what you can day. But only today. Go.

 

 

 

 

Inversion, What’s that About?

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My sweet client Hill texted me this morning,

I think my baby might be in a funky position, stabbing pain on L side every day now and then for the last few days. How can I get Baby to move?

After a few texts back and forth to determine where on her left side, we decided to chat by phone.

The pain is right above her hip, on her side and wrapping round to her back. She had a few concerns about kidney issues, but I think we can try some baby shifting, and see if that helps.

Enter here the awesome Spinning Babies concept. I attended a workshop by Gail Tully because of an off hand comment from Mean Kathleen Wilson, the Labor Enabler. Whoooooo, that was a bunch of awesome info.

So this is what I think would be a good idea for Hill, a couple of 30 second inversions, morning and night,

Inversion!

followed by some slant time,

turning a breech

Kessika slanting as part of her turning her baby project.

And lets see if we get her some relief from there.

I want to take a moment to give props to midwife Gail Tully for her awesome work and teachings. Thank you thank you thank you!

Has anyone else spun their baby? Doulas, mama’s, birth folks, whatcha think about this? Leave me a comment so I can see how its working for ya!

xo,

rowan


Gratitude, High Notes & a Farewell Gift…

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Hello again, you awesome mamas and papas~

As our year together swings to a close, I wanted to send an extra dose of gratitude (and a farewell gift) your way.

I’ve had some dreamy clients, one of them was most probably YOU (and no, I don’t say that to ‘all the girls’), and I hope you’ve enjoyed our massage~y massage time even a quarter as much as I have. Its a big thing, to be invited to touch and participate with your body and family, I don’t take that lightly and feel deeply honored.

‘Cause I’m all about ending on an operatic high note, I’ve got three super-fun items to roll through, today.

1. Best Massage Ever gift certificates (all services, like Best Prenatal Massage Ever, Well Belly massage, also including the sublime Bring it Baby: Labor Prep Empowerment Massage) are $100 big ones. I recognize you can get delirious with these savings so to egg you on there is no (zero) limit to how many you can purchase. So hop to it. Best Massage Ever

 

Blue Boobie Infant Hat2. For that happening pregnant mama in your life I have something a little special, I’m offering you a free boobie newborn hat with purchase of 5 or more Best Prenatal Massage Ever Gift Certificates (Insert hopeful eyelash fluttering, here.)

 

 

Angela and Zoe ~ Blissing in a Postpartum Massage

3. And last but not least, if there’s anyone in your orbit who might benefit from my work as a massage doula, I’d love to meet ‘em (and rock their world). I can offer you a gift certificate for Best Massage Ever, use for yourself or a friend for every successful massage doula client referral. Mama taught me right.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, and that farewell to 2011 gift? Come Hoop with me for a free, fun, all ages & all abilitites class at Herman Park, Jan 1st, 10:30am near the bathrooms of Miller Theater. More info at DiscoverHooping.com

 

Thank you to infinity & beyond…

Rowan

Dating Money

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Here is the deal. I’ve been working it like no other in the financial therapy dept, and this so far has pretty much sucked. SUUUUUUCKED.

I’m moody, I’m not leaving the house much except to do fabulous work, to walk the dogs and occasionally hoop.

moody hooper

I’m looking at the past, and creating a new future. Fan fucking tastic.

Cue up breakthrough number 83 ~ I realized I have a pretty rough relationship with money, and I want to have a smooth sailing, I feel you, this is a team, empathy relationship with money. Muy differente.

And this is not my first rodeo, people. Ran with the scissors of Dave Ramsey, read books by Lynne Twist, learned about the Soul Of Money, and been on the floor of the SuperDome one year after Katrina, listening to Suze Orman tell the NOLA ladies that they had paved their own way to Hell by giving away their resources, and that she would teach them how to never, ever be there again.

Thats a pretty big swing, right? Scissors to soul softness to the cold floor of the Superdome (that, by the way, a year after Katrina still vibed up despair.)

Oh money, who are you?

I thought about that, and I thought about dating money, go for a walk, a dinner, a dance, what would money look like? Cause I’m clear that I’m creating a face for money, much like folks create a face for divine source (God, Pan, Athena, HP, whatever.) So what would money look like, whose face is staring back at me over the candlelight?

Know who I really wanted it to be? She’s so fly, I could wear her t~shirts, listen to her music, be DOWNNNNNNNNNNN.

Ani BW

Hi Rowan, wanna date?

No such luck. There I was, laying all angsty across my bed, hoping for Ani, when a sense of peace filled me, and the face of a man I’d admired for a long time floated into my mind. Someone who had changed my life for the better. Many times. Steve.

Steve put a computer in my pocket, strengthened my bizness, gave me professional leverage and made me not AFRAID of computers. Creative genius that allowed me to be a creative genius.

Steve also represents to me an authenticity with money, that you can make mistakes, be a jerk, get thrown out of your own company, learn from it, have vision, wear what you want, and remain yourself. Do cool things cause you want to, be real.

Creativity with money. Nice.

So this is the face of money for me, the energy I ask to take walks with me, to sit with me when I have to negotiate a piece of financial intricacy, be with me when I’m nervous and whelmd. Steve.

It's an Angel, it's a collage, it's Steve!

I have this taped up on a mirror in my living space, so I can chat and get reassurance that I’m going to make it through all this intense learning.

Thanks again Mr. Jobs. I still need you.

xo,

Rowan

ps If anyone has a left over Justin Beiber popup they bought for a halloween joke from Arne’s I’ll take it off your hands,  I wanna collage all over it and have a LIFE SIZE Steve collage. Yes, I will be the most awesome kid in school then, fist pump!