Money Will Come If You Become A Better Writer

Let me tell you a story.

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I smiled and hummed some melody while I was waiting for the train.

I wasn’t supposed to be in a good mood. It was 2015, about a year and a half after I had quit my job to become a life coach — and coaching wasn’t going great.

My few clients couldn’t afford to pay much. Frankly, I wasn’t sure I was worth it anyway.

My husband wasn’t making that much either but was reluctant to leave his job. He was too loyal to the person who had hired him straight out of university and too afraid his expertise wasn’t enough to command a higher salary in any other company. A fear that was promptly destroyed when 9 out of 10 companies called him for a second interview, and most of them wanted to continue to bid for him after he had chosen his future employer.

But that wouldn’t happen for another 3–4 months. Back then, in that hot summer afternoon, under the flickering light in the almost empty subway, as I was failing at coaching, failing at getting pregnant, and my husband was still on his shitty first job, I didn’t have much to be happy about.

But I was optimistic. My gut told me I was on the right track. I’d somehow get there, wherever there was.

A few days later, I got an email.