A few weeks ago I flew out of town on a business trip. A high powered person (who shall remain nameless) had flew me in town to find out the direction I was attempting to go in with my site and my business. He was very aware of some of the projects I was working on and my plans for expansion and he was very vocal that he wanted to invest. The truth of the matter is, right now I have the brand at a point where people are making millions of dollars in offers but my site is my baby and to accept some sort of an investment deal would mean that I would be giving up a piece of my baby that I worked so hard to nurture so that it could grow. I’m terrified.
Anyway, once all the business lingo was out of the way, we were hopped in a car to go to a night spot. While we were in the car he asked. “So what is your goal with this blogging thing”. I say “well I want to do something that’s never been done before. I want to expand in a way that no one would have ever thought and I want to be the Oprah of blogging. And when I say Oprah, I mean in the way that she created her own outlets. She produced her show through her own production company, created her own magazine that she was on the cover of each month, created her own network”. “HER OWN” being the key word.
He says “How do you think you got your following. What made you special”. I said “well to be honest I think it was the back story and the voice that attracted people to the site. The connection. The message from my story was that if I could do it with no money, no resources..than anyone could. Some young african american girl is out there going through the same thing that I was two years ago and they have a chance. They can create their own opportunity”.
He then says, “are you proud of yourself” and I looked away and was silent. He says “tell me, are you proud of yourself”. And my eyes started to water as I looked out the window. He turns my face and says “What’s wrong. Tell me”. He then says “It’s lonely isn’t it”. And I started crying. I said “All my life I wanted to be successful. I wanted them to be proud to see this. And they aren’t here”. He says “Your parents are here. they see you. They are living within you. They are proud”
He sat there with bright eyes and this huge smile and he seemed so proud. Someone that I’ve admired and would have never thought in a million years I’d be in that moment pouring my heart out to them. Suddenly I felt “Okay again” but there are days that I don’t. It hurts and it does become lonely when you can’t pick up the phone knowing that your mom or your dad will be on the other end to answer. It’s heartbreaking..
..but it motivates me to work harder. So i can win…