This weekend I had the opportunity to attend the Making Things Happen Intensive with Lara Casey. Wow, what an amazing opportunity. I learned so much in one day, and yes the name intensive accurately describes this workshop. We covered everything under the sun, and I am changed.

There are so many things that were impressed upon my heart this weekend, but perhaps the most profound, was a comment by one of the other attendees. She said something along the lines of, “I thought I came here to help me with my business, but then I realized maybe I came here to help myself, and now I realize that my business is myself.”

Your business is yourself.

Keep in mind your business doesn’t have to be a business. Your business is whatever you do.

Don’t get me wrong, you shouldn’t let your business define you, but in a way, how can it not? More importantly, are you letting your business define you, or are you defining your business in a way that embodies you and who you want to be?

After this weekend, I realized that I am my business. What I do to myself affects my business. When I don’t sleep that affects my business. When I don’t allow myself time to think creatively that affects my business. I am my business. How liberating it feels to say, “You know what? I’m good at this, I’ve been good at this for a while, and dammit I’m going to keep doing it even when it hurts, even when it’s not logical, and even when it gets scary.”

I am Angie. I am Suburbanite. Here’s the thing: you don’t get one without the other. I’ve been compartmentalizing my life trying to keep everything separate so I can wear the hat I’m supposed to be wearing all along overlooking the fact that at the end of the day I’m still Angie and I’m still Suburbanite everyone probably knows this but me, and no, you don’t get one without the other.

This is me at the end of the workshop. Absolutely run ragged tired, (I’m not sure I’ve ever felt as worn out as I did by the end of this week), smeared makeup, messy hair, mysterious stains on my shirt that apparently have been there for  awhile unbeknownst to me, and I’m owning it. I’m owning it because this is who I am: messy, stained, tired and Suburbanite.

So today begins my journey of taking ownership of myself, my authentic self, and loving and acknowledging all of me. Not just the pretty parts, not just the PC parts and not just the parts that everyone likes to see, because without Suburbanite I am not me, and without me I am not Suburbanite.