There was a day, before The Pleasure Revolution.
An ordinary “plain old, plain old” before the Womanly Arts.
When I had been working at my “bridge job” for about 10 years too long. You know a bridge job. It’s that job you take that you don’t really invest yourself in, because your plan is not to stay there very long, because your plan is to move on to bigger or better things, but you kind of find yourself not moving on to bigger or better things for a really, really, really long time.
It was a very long bridge, this bridge.
And, basically, it went nowhere.
Nowhere that I wanted to be.

And the longer I was on this bridge, the more cranky I felt, the more irritated I became, the more I felt like…jumping off.
What kind of co-worker do you think that made me?
Fun?
Not a chance.
Pleasant to be with?
Not so much.
Perpetually irritated was more like it.
Up for advancement?
No way. The last thing I wanted was to be identified as “good”—because getting a promotion meant this bridge job was my career, and that was the last thing that this “High and Holy Highness of Perpetual Irritation” desired.

What did I want?
I wanted to live my passion, to live my voice in the world, to contribute, to be of service, to make change, and to make a fortune.
This was never going to happen at the restaurant I was working in.
What did make the change for me?
One simple thing.
Which was the last thing in the world I felt like doing.
But it’s the only thing that ever works.
And this is something that I still do, every day of my life.
What is it?
I will tell you later.
Just kidding.
I am going to tell you now. Really.

It’s actually very simple—you don’t have to change anything about your outer circumstances. But if you do this thing that I am going to tell you—with your whole heart and soul—everything will change.
Ready?
Good.
What I began to do was to live my passion, and lunge for my desires, right here, and right now—no matter the circumstances.
I began to care passionately about my job.
And the people I worked with, and for.
I became the best at what I did, and enjoyed the hell out of it.
I loved seducing cranky customers and making them happy.
I loved taking great care of the boss and the manager, and seeing how I could contribute to making everything work better.
I created community and fun with my co-workers.
Why?

Well, I was exhausted from playing small.
It was eating away at my body and soul.
So, I decided to live my passion, right there, where I was.
Just for the fun of it.
And soon I wasn’t working in a restaurant anymore.
My passion moved me on, to the next opportunity, which led to the next, and the next, and so on, which led, eventually, to the creation of The School of Womanly Arts.
Your passion is your power.
Yeah, you got that right.
Living your passion is living your divinity.
And you can do that today.
Bridge job or not.

So, what I want to know from you—right here, and right now—is this:
On a scale of 1-10, how much do you connect with your passion on a daily basis?
How do you live you passion while you are still at your version of a bridge job?
Have you ever found yourself in that desperate place of feeling like the temporary job you have has become way too permanent?
What do you do to connect with your passion in the midst of a work slump?
Let me know in the comments below.

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With so much love and pleasure,
Mama Gena

P.S. Virtual Pleasure Boot Camp is your training ground for uncorking your passion and exploding it on the world. If you want the chance to talk with me one-on-one about this, stay tuned for an announcement this Thursday….

P.P.S. Have you been taking advantage of my free video series, designed to amp up your passion in the here and now? I’ll be rolling out the third video next week, but you can catch up on the first two here:

Video One: Start getting what you want NOW
Video Two: What your mama never told you