{"id":70,"date":"2012-10-02T12:25:00","date_gmt":"2012-10-02T12:25:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/henrietteweber.com\/?p=70"},"modified":"2020-12-18T04:45:08","modified_gmt":"2020-12-18T04:45:08","slug":"inner-business-bliss-i-want-you-to-love-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/henrietteweber.com\/index.php\/2012\/10\/02\/inner-business-bliss-i-want-you-to-love-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Inner Business Bliss: I Want You To Love Me"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Before I acquired my inner business bliss as a mother and as an entrepreneur, I was once a strange girl craving for other people’s love and approval.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The strange girl at the back row<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
When I was a kid, I was the strange not-cool girl in the back of the classroom. I was one of the last ones to be elected for games. I wore uncool clothes. My parents could first afford the BALL t-shirt that all the other kids had just when they were going out of style.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All I wanted to do was to get other people to like me. But I was bullied for being strange. Then I emphasized the strangeness and started wearing weird makeup and got a punker-boyfriend in Walthamstow, London.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I became a goth girl working for Apple Computers and after that, an indie girl working for danish startups. I became strong enough to throw my boring boyfriend back to the Netherlands. And then I met the love of my life. I became a mother, an entrepreneur, an author, a cherished advisor, a rock-n-roll chick, and a speaker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But why? What drove me? I think it was the constant craving for love.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
My youth and our family’s money issues<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
I came from a home where money wasn’t something we had, but we never lacked anything else. Some of my friends got on shopping sprees with their parents’ money.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I got 3 newspaper routes that all my family helped out with. I can still see my lovely great-grandmother standing and putting newspapers together, on a Friday night. Thinking about it still gets me crying my eyes out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can still hear my Dad shout at me at 6 a.m. on a Saturday morning. He does this to get me out of bed so we could be done with the newspaper routes at 10.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In retrospect, I guess I was raised with the notion that if I decided to work hard, the community and my family would support me and help me out. Money wasn’t something that was given. It was something that was earned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How I used my money to get people to like me<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
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