Archives for November 2022

He came out of the shower naked!

Happy Holiday Season!

I know it’s been a long minute since I have written. I’m creating a new offer for experienced, established but EXHAUSTED BW Entrepreneurs who are ready to hit the million dollar mark in one year or less. Plus the tech gremlins were having their way with my CRM.🤦🏾‍♀️ So we couldn’t send emails for the past few weeks.

Did you miss me?
I hope you did.🤞🏾
I missed you.Things are looking up and I’m excited about sharing what my God has empowered me to create!All is well.

With that being said, can I just “honey drip” for a moment?

A friend of mine, (let’s call him Mr. Postman), has given me permission to call him anytime, day or night. We’ve known each other for since 2020. We’ve never met in person. But we connect deeply and he is a safe space for me to me messy and human.

Today, after I was more than 3/4 finished with feedback on my slide decks for my new hotness for BW entrepreneurs (THEY ARE STUNNING!) I face timed him.

Mr. Postman is fun, charming and I always feel better after sharing time with him be it in conversation, coloring, or facetime video calls.

I call him when I feel overwhelmed or lonesome to be heard and understood. I talk to him about everything from the Bible to workout goals. He’s attentive, brilliant, playful, and kind.

He’s not trippin’ off of my PTSD and makes me feel normal.

So today, to rest my brain, I call his number.
The phone rings several times and just before I disconnect he picks up.

The camera comes on and I stopped breathing.

OUT OF THE SHOWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chocolate brown skin GLISTENING with water in the shape of rain drops.

My jaw dropped to the floor.

Sheepishly he says, “I said I promised to always pick up when I called.”

I was speechless.

Then I started to giggle uncontrollably!

“Are you naked???”
“No I have a towel on.”
“I don’t see a towel!!!!”
He chuckled softly, “I would have to angle the camera lower and I don’t want to offend you.”

I started to blush.

So we talked while he got dressed.

I did not know how SEXY it is to watch a grown man get dressed.

The lotion.
The beard oil.
The watch.
The bracelets.
The gold chain.
The shirt.
The pants.
The belt.
The shoes.
The colon.
The hair brushing.
The light jacket.
The lip balm.

(Sweet Jesus)

He flirted with me shamelessly with his eyes and words. But I wasn’t offended.

It felt intimate.
Like he was letting me in his world.
To see him.
To know.

I felt special for some reason.
And a bit terrified but not afraid.

He speaks to me with such gentle reverent class and esteem, I kept losing my train of thought.

We talked about motorcycles and tattoos.

“I told you I had a tattoo.”
I saw it. On his chest. I wanted to trace it with my fingertips to understand how his skin feels.

“I don’t remember you telling me.”
“I know.” Then with a smile in his voice, “I remember everything you tell me.”

I laugh nervously. “So you’re tracking me?”

Mr. Postman became stone cold serious, “Yes, I am. I’m tracking you queen.
Every word you say.
Every facial experience.
Every tone and every tear. I am tracking you.”

I broke eye contact first and scurried off the phone.

I thank GOD “Mr. Postman” lives across the country.


My God!

Will You Help Me?

I’m listening deeply to God and have chosen to focus my new business model on experienced but EXHAUSTED Black Women Entrepreneurs.

In truth, I struggled with this.

I always feel some kind of way when I DON’T include everybody or feel like I’m leaving someone out. Be it early-stage entrepreneurs, or Black Men, or White Women, or ANYBODY—I have felt guilty.

I took it to God and surrendered my arrogance.

No one person can be EVERYTHING to EVERYBODY.

God guides me. I see that in order to truly make a difference with my life, I must focus on the most effective leverage point I am qualified to help.

For me, that’s Black Women entrepreneurs who have been trying to break the million-dollar mark, but for various reasons have not. These sisters are AMAZING but are working WAY TOO hard! But they only know hard work, so the can’t scale.

It use to take me three years to get a Black Woman Entrepreneur to the million-dollar mark.

Now it takes less than one.

I’m designing a no-cost Mini-Course:

One Million Online: In One Year (or less)

For Experienced But EXHAUSTED Black Women Entrepreneurs Ready to (FINALLY!) Break The Million Dollar Mark WITHOUT Live Events, Launches, or ANY Social Media.

I am going to record the training next Sat Nov 12, 2022, 1-4pmPST via zoom.

Will you help me make this the BEST it can be by attending, feeding me positive energy, and offering loving and constructive feedback? It suck’s making videos in a vacuum. At least it does for me. 🤷🏽‍♀️

To get accurate feedback I need women who are my target market for this offer.

If you are a purpose-driven Black Women Entrepreneur who has been in business for at least three years, has a successful multiple six-figure business and are truly ready to do what it takes to hit the seven-mark in one year or less please:

◦ email me with “Millionaire-In-The-Making” in the subject line
◦ your number
◦ your url if you have one.
◦ Confirm you can attend the entire time

I will reach out to you directly with the details.

I thank you in advance for your help with this. Your energy, support, and feedback will empower me to empower us as a people.

I love you sis.

Thank you.


Dr. Venus