Deep down you may not want to start a business for fear that people will think you’re greedy or involved in a “get rich quick” scheme. if that’s what you’re worried about, is it really more noble for you to hide your gifts and talents than to make them available to others?

Here’s an example. Let’s say you’re a counselor who’s really good at helping women over 45 move through the process of divorce. a woman comes to your website lost, anxious, depressed and panicked about what life might be like after divorce. even though she knows it’s the right decision, she doesn’t have the courage to divorce because it’s too scary and she can’t see the way forward. as she gets information from your website she begins to feel some comfort, peace and optimism; she begins to create some goals for herself.

Then, she subscribes to your newsletter and after two to three months she has received so much from your free tips that she’s ready to proceed with her divorce. So, she spends $47 on your ebook, downloads it and devours it in about five hours. She’s so excited and happy, she follows your action steps and she starts putting them into place. She’s empowered. a month later, she calls you up and says, “I’d like to hire you. i’ve saved up the money and i’d like to work with you.” So you work with her over the phone and support her through the process of achieving her goal.

Perhaps making money is a normal, healthy byproduct of helping others.

I found a lump in my breast back in November, and after a couple of months started getting a little worried that it wasn’t going away. A Doctor told me men get breast cancer too and I should have it checked out. (when the correct response, as every Costanza knows, is “Get outta here! Are you kidding?”)

It’s not easy to get checked out when you’re in a new place very week. But now that I’m settling in I got a mammogram, sonogram, and this morning a biopsy. When something is sore and tender, sticking a needle into it and rummaging around is not my first request (unlike a couple of people I know). It’s actually kinda funny. At least I’m laughing now.

She’s pretty sure it’s nothing, so I’m feeling a weight off my shoulders.

At the same time, it was a great experience in opening; surrendering. I decided my body is not my business, and what happens to it is out of my hands. Felt surprisingly calm (well – except for my screams of pain – just kidding as I opened up to whatever was supposed to happen.

And – it makes any worries I had about business issues or the cat peeing on the cushions seem not so important.

David