…That I don’t speak to them…
That the language I use doesn’t land well or is intimidating…
That this book is being judged wrongly by it’s cover…
That they think what I do or offer isn’t a fit for them when it was probably made just for someone like them…
That they will never give me a chance, or themselves, or where I can take them.

And I know, I know… the reaction that others have to me isn’t mine to dissect or police but that doesn’t make those thoughts any more real sometimes.

I worry that what I’m saying when I’m speaking directly to the woman that I want to work with (or have around me for that matter) falls on deaf ears… or no ears at all.

So, if you’re a woman who is reading this and has ever felt that way, you’re not alone. This shit happens sometimes and chances are none of it is fact… it’s all fiction that your head is making up.

If you’re a woman who is reading this and does think you’re not someone I can help, not at a certain level or something, that is okay- I totally get it. But if you wish you were (or are) curious, do me a favor and look a little deeper into what I got out there because sometimes that’s just fear of really being who we know we’re meant to be holding us back.