She runs something. It has her name on it, or near enough that a bad month is her bad month. She has been doing it long enough that nobody worries about her anymore, and that is a lonelier place to stand than it sounds.
Her business is fine. That is the part nobody lets her say out loud, because saying it sounds ungrateful and she knows exactly how it would land. It is fine, and it has been roughly this fine for three years, and she cannot tell whether the next thing is a bigger space, a second person, a different kind of client, or nothing at all.
She has the rooms. She has been going to one of them for two years and she can name every woman in it. She likes them. She has also never once been sent a client by any of them, and she has stopped expecting to be, which is a quieter feeling, and much harder to say out loud.
What she is short of is people at her level to think with. Her friends do not run businesses. Her family asks how it is going and she says good. The one woman she would actually call before a hard decision moved to Franklin a couple of years ago.
She is not looking for motivation and she will leave if she is handed any. She has plenty of drive. She is looking for a room where the person across the table has already solved the thing she is stuck on, and where one of us deliberately put that woman across the table from her.
- Where she is
- Murfreesboro and the towns around it. She is not driving to Nashville at seven in the morning, and she stopped pretending otherwise a long time ago.
- What she will spend
- Forty dollars a month is not the question. Three hours of a working morning is the question, and she will audit that spend honestly once she has been twice.
- What she has heard before
- Every version of community, empowerment and sisterhood. The words have stopped meaning anything to her, so we earn her with the room itself.
- What makes her stay
- One introduction she could not have made herself, and one thing she learned that she used inside a week.
- What makes her leave
- Being sold to. A speaker who moves her and teaches her nothing. A morning that would have been better spent at her desk.