You Are a Badass

I was, ironically, in the midst of a
lifelong obsession with figuring out what
the hell my purpose was. While I always
knew writing was part of it, I also knew
I wasn’t meant to spend my life locked
away in a silent room alone and half-
crazed, wrestling words into
submission. I wanted something that A)
Involved interacting with other people
B) Helped people in some sort of direct
way C) Was really fun and D) Forced
me to bathe, dress and leave my house.
That’s about all I had to go on, that and
my intense desire to figure it out, so
when a friend told me I should check out
a women’s entrepreneurial think-tank
group that had just started up, I figured