True Story of a Creator

A few days ago, I ran into a client I hadn’t seen in ages.

Literally – the last century called and asked where she’s been.

Anyway, there she was! We’re chatting, doing the classic “So, what’s new with you?” small talk on turbo mode.

And somewhere in that “what’s up,” I tell her I’m wrapping up my app – Focuszen. Launching April 22nd. Just a few tweaks left and it’s go time.

I’m hyped, so I start explaining all the features: focus, calm, micro-meditations, mindful planning, zero fluff.

I’m talking, talking, talking… and suddenly realize I haven’t stopped for seven minutes. Or breathed.

She looks at me, smiling, and says:

“Amazing! You’re gonna be the next Elon Musk!”

And that’s when my brain scratched like an old CD.

I blinked. Nodded. But inside?

Inside, the tiny version of me holding a coffee cup started nervously laughing and whispering:

“Was that a compliment… or a sign I need to see a psychiatrist?”

Because, you know… Elon Musk.

Genius or madman? That line’s thinner than a phone charger cable.

So here I am, staring at the wall, asking myself:

Am I launching a brilliant career?

Or just starting intensive therapy?

And the app? Focuszen.

Coming soon to your phone.

No rockets, no Teslas.

Just a big dose of get-your-life-together energy.

Thank you for being here! ❤️

Ange 💜 🔜 FocusZen