The basement years
A basement and a Google search
Living in my aunt's basement, typing "how to make money online" into Google. Blogging is what came back.
I did everything they said
Post after post, refreshing my stats like the number would move if I stared hard enough.
Two years of that. I made nothing.
A website I couldn't stand to look at, and this constant nagging sense that everyone else had been handed some piece of information I'd missed.
I cried about it more than once
Not about the money exactly, but about what it seemed to mean. That I was wasting my time. That working from home was a thing other women got to do and I didn't. What am I getting so wrong?
I stopped trying to be a blogger
And started building a business that used a blog. My own offer. A site written to sell rather than to look nice. The whole thing rebuilt in a completely different order.
Same person. Same hours. Different order.
That money bought a car, an apartment I loved, and vacations paid for before I arrived. But the part I still think about is the timeline. Two years of nothing. Four months of something.
Boss Lady Bloggers exists
So you get the four months without the two years. That's the whole reason.
