Reinvention Co - Dusti Arab

When I think of how we met, I can’t believe how we managed to grow a long distance friendship and make it work over the years.

God, that book wasn’t even good. The best part about it was the people it enabled me meet. But mostly just you.

Oh goodness. You and I have seen some shit, haven’t we?

One divorce. One nearly there. A baby. Watching while our six kids getting older.

Learning to runaway to the woods and take care of our souls, giggling over prosecco and getting away with it.

Building businesses and lives we love.

Traveling the world and falling in love with it all over again.

You deserve the entire goddamn world as far as I’m concerned.

Wherever we end up over the years, I know when I’m old and sitting on my front porch sipping on a lemon drop shooting the breeze that you’ll be there with me.

Recent + Relevant Posts:

A big ask – and lots to give.

As some of you know, I’ve been staying at my mom’s since August. It’s helped me stabilize my finances some and keep up to date on all those lovely little pieces of debt I’ve been paying off while I was searching for a job. And if you’ve known me long, you know that staying there…

What happened. (Now leave me alone.)

Lately, I’ve been a little, um, emotional. Tapped out. Closer to fight or flight than I want to be. I kicked a foot-shaped dent into the side of some asshole’s Mini Cooper who tried to get me to get into his car. (I’m pro sex work/ers, but I’m real anti old white guys thinking everyone…

Fuck love and light.

Trigger warning: Woo woo bitches with no backbone taken to church below. I am very, very angry. I’ve been working online for the past 7+ years, and let me tell you, I never planned on being a marketer. Once upon a time, I just wrote. I shared the things I was learning in the hopes…

It took me 7 years to find sustainable success. How long will it take you?

I’ve been having a lot of great conversations with my colleagues about what it takes to be successful in business, especially around how long it takes. The common theme I’ve heard from people I respect and have watched grow alongside me is that it takes many of us 7 years. SEVEN YEARS?! I hear you…