Playing business


Want to boost your business? Create a package. Something unique, something special. Offer it at 10x your normal price. Suggested by Patrick Schwerdtfeger. (More suggestions at Write Nonfiction Now!)

What? My heart starts racing. My armpits start sweating, I’m getting excited.

I imagine a retreat center. In the mountains, beautiful and serene. Eagles fly in the sky, trees stand tall. The theme is failure applause. To celebrate our efforts, and accept our failures. To free us of attachment to results, comparison with others and to life now. Building blocks: Individual coaching. Healing work. Group sessions. Silent meditation and creative arts.

And ask $2000 for it? Are you kidding? I don’t think I add enough value to ask that! I don’t think I am better than any of the other fantastic coaches out there! I don’t think I am worth that money!

And yet… Something tickles me. No one needs to sign up for my package. I can see it as play. To play being a successful, confident business woman.

I giggle. I think of a game my sister and I played at my grandma’s house, when we were young.

My grandma lived in a park, opposite a castle. There were trees around the house, a lake, rhododendrons. Visitors strolled on the premises, enjoying the beauty.

My sister and I would get dressed up in long, white dresses. Fancy shoes, lace gloves, brimmed hats. Then walk up and down the balcony, waving at people passing by. Graciously. Self-confident. Happy. We are princesses. We smile, and they smile back. What I never had the courage to do in normal life, I am perfectly happy to do in play.

Life is play. My business is play. I create a unique offer and ask 10x of what I feel comfortable with. Just for fun. I smile. I see people smile back.

4 Replies to “Playing business”

  1. wat leuk, dat dit gaat over duivenvoorde. ik herinner me dat we prinsesje speelden, maar misschien heb je dat ook gedaan met sas, en gaat het niet over mij? hoe dan ook, ik koester die herinneringen ook. ik hoopte ook echt dat voorbijgangers dachten dat wij heeeel rijk waren. pas later realiseer je je echt hoe prachtig opa en oma woonden…

    1. Hoi Han, dit gaat inderdaad over jou. Ik kan me niet herinneren dat ik dit ooit met Saskia deed. Ik denk dat jij essentieel voor mij was, omdat jij veel brutaler was. Zonder jou had ik dit waarschijnlijk niet gedurfd. Leuk om die herinnering te delen, want ik vond het een geweldig spel. Eindelijk prinsesje, terwijl ik mij meestal assepoester zonder koets, glazen muiltjes en prins voelde. Ja, later realiseerde ik me nog meer hoe prachtig opa en oma woonden, hoewel ik mij als kind daar al van bewust was. Ook bij papa en mama. Ik weet dat ik al als achtjarig meisje door het zolderkamerraampje naar het bos keek, en mij zo gelukkig en rijk voelde. Heel dankbaar.

    1. I am excited you read the post! And enthusiastic about your response. Today I realized all we ever can do, is do something, watch the results, and learn from it. Accept that there is just intention, effort and joy within our control.

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