Dear Diary,

Today, I am gearing up for a month-long free series I’m teaching. I love teaching. I love helping people.

I fucking hate video.

Hate.

It.

I lose concentration. I get distracted by whatever is going on in the background at my house. The noise, the dogs in my lap, the cat who always, ALWAYS sits on my arm when I go live. And I hate having to look a certain way.

Life was so much easier when I just used the telephone or audio recordings.

Makeup makes my face itch and I have no trendy clothes because I live in my bathrobe.

That’s by design – because successful people really don’t dress up for anyone. There’s an old adage about how the men in suits work for the people in pajamas. But I digress…

Obligatory duckface

For these new classes, in our shitty-ass culture that always comments on a woman’s appearance, I have to put on clothes. Fuck.

So I’m doing it because these women need the knowledge. But god help the first person who says one thing about how I look. People don’t do that to men, BTW. No one goes on Jack Canfield’s lives and compliments his suit or hair. They actually listen to what he says.

What a concept.

Anyway, the material I wrote up is incredibly powerful and I’m proud of myself for putting it together and choosing to show up. Someday, my granddaughters will be teaching in their pajamas and celebrated for it. I’m two generations too early.