I’m psychic, but I
often can’t tell my own future. I thought my fiction book, Carriers of Genius: Conversations with the Mothers of Twelve Famous Men,
would sell in the thousands. It’s done alright, but I haven’t hit my goal.
During the past year, I pushed, then privately worried and pouted.
When I paid my
quarterly taxes, I started thinking. How did my book affect my other
businesses, if at all? When I looked at the figures, I realized my income had
bumped up 30%, and in some months, 50%. Nothing else had changed, so it had to
be my book.
I’m self-employed,
and I work as both a psychic and a private piano and voice teacher. Psychics
are often perceived as kooky and uneducated, so maybe my clients were shocked
that I had the self-discipline to pull it off. As a teacher, I asked all my
students to buy my book, and they did. In their eyes, I went from a one
dimensional older woman to a two dimensional author.
Life twists us all
up, and doesn’t go the way we plan. I know I have a lifetime to sell my book,
and in the meantime, I took four vacations in three months. How can I care
where my success hit? Like love, intuition is not an exact science.
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