Sometimes You Have to Be Brave

My Family's Coat of Arms

I love my clients. I don't love them all equally, and I don't love them all the time. There was one recently that was a supreme pain in the ass. I tried killing him with kindness. I bent over backwards to perfect every article, apply his edits with a song in my heart, and welcome the income his business was bringing to my house. He accused me of all sorts of things, undermined my work to others and yet continued to pay me for more services. Perhaps he believed he was pulling one over on me. The world is a lot smaller than many people believe. Turns out the man had a problem with smart, successful and happy women. So I cut him loose.

I can overcome my clients' fears and many of their objections by simply keeping the lines of communication open and flowing, and explanations forthcoming. But misogyny? I've no interest in trying to turn that shit around. In a down economy, sometimes you don't have a choice and have to work for idiots. I've been there lots of times, but I've found that when I stand up for myself, my time and my intelligence, the universe conspires to bring more success my way.

I'm still here, so it must be working.