For a long time I accepted my meager earnings as "part of the deal." In exchange for the opportunity to do life-changing, world-changing work I had to suck it up and make less money.  After some years, though, acceptance turned into deep resentment and I stopped dreaming, stopped looking to the future. I was just trying to survive, and just barely doing so.

I invested in my business days before Thanksgiving in 2016. I haven't looked back since.

When I first launched my business I was guilty of defeatist thinking. “Will people think I’m a sell-out?" "Will they think I’m annoying?" "What if no one wants to buy the products?”

That type of thinking made me take like two or three weeks to really start posting about my business after I made the initial investment.

Guess what happened? Two people that I consider friends/family expressed a negative view of what I was doing. Two.