This innocent text was accidentally sent to a client.
And that client called me. She called me wanting to know who I was because obviously this text wasn’t meant for her.
But she knew who I was. She had to. My cell phone number was blasted to over 1,000 client emails trying to get them to buy into my massage membership. “Here’s my cell number, you can trust me,” was what I was going for.
I answered in a panic before my voicemail picked up to confirm that I am in fact, Melanie the massage therapist.
Client – “Is this Melanie the massage therapist?”
Me – “No, not me. I think I texted you by accident a few days ago. Total accident.”
It sounded like she was smiling on her end. In her indian accent she says, “Okay no problem.”
I hung up with her and exhaled, “I’m going to jail.”
And I don’t even do drugs! My employee wanted to try mushrooms, so I was trying to hook her up. Great boss I am, right? She thinks that text was hilarious.
A few days ago I received a terrible email from an irate client. She was not happy with her massage, so I took it upon my shoulders to forward that email to all my employee’s telling them to be a little more careful next time. I came to find out, her massage therapist was ME!
Here’s my email to my employee’s….Oh damn WordPress won’t let me copy and paste it. WTF? Well, I’m not figuring it out now.
It’s 1:45 AM. I can’t sleep. Why can’t I sleep? Because I’m going to Ecuador and my plane takes off in approximately 6 hours. I have to be at the airport 3 hours before my plane leaves because it’s an international flight, so I basically screwed myself. I couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard I tried which will make for a horrible plane ride.
I’m leaving my business in the hands of four therapists all of whom I don’t know very well.
Holy shit I’m tired.
It’s not just physical tiredness, but stressed-out tiredness on top of everything. But this is something I must do. My heart is calling for it, not my head. My head is pissed at me.
“Shut up rational brain!”
I decided four weeks ago that I wasn’t going to Ecuador. The business is still too new and fragile, I can’t trust my therapists not to mess everything up – I don’t have the money.
But then my key arrived (I wrote about that in my last post), and the key sold 69 memberships. 69 memberships!
I don’t want to jump the gun and say I’m a certified genius business owner with a head for success, but come on now, 69 memberships!
I’ve been working non-stop since February. When Esmeralda, my old Ford Escort, died on me. I was forced outside my box and I haven’t stopped or looked back since.
According to my genius business mind, I’m about half-way to obtaining financial independence and being able to work as little as 10-15 hours a week. It’s all right there staring me in the face! All the steps that I need to take, all the time that still needs to be invested – it’s all right there. I can visually see it. Like a map laid out before me.
Alas, I’m going to Ecuador because fate wants me there. All my clients are rooting for me to go, I see them more than I see my friends, and Laura, a woman I met in Colombia on my first retreat said to me, “you’re definitely going. I can feel your energy there.”
And my other friend decided to go at the exact critical moment when my heart was most open and vulnerable.
“Okay, I’ll buy my plane ticket.”
And here I am going down the rabbit hole on my second journey with ayahuasca. I’m going to try keeping a video journal while I’m down there, although, I’m much better with the written word. Especially since I’ll be looking like shit.