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Hey! We just spent the weekend at my mom’s place in Connecticut for our annual family gathering — me and Steven, Mom, my sis, her husband, and their two kids. Sunday morning, while everyone's buzzing around the kitchen/dining room area, fixing themselves bagels and lox or scrolling their phones, Steven looks up from his laptop and asks me, “Hey, Hun, why does most of your income come from something called ‘KAJ’?” “Oh. That’s Kajabi.” “‘Kajabi'? What’s a Kajabi, what you call your lady parts?" My niece and nephew snicker. They’re both teens now, so we’re thrilled we can finally be our full, inappropriate selves around them. Kidding! We’ve never not been inappropriate. We’re Aunt and Uncle Inappro-pro. Always saying things that make them giggle and their parents wince. “‘I have to go to the doctor, something’s wrong with my Kajabi,’” Steven says. I play along: “My Kajabi’s inflamed.” “Nice,” Steven chides, like he didn’t start it. “Real classy.” The kids don’t participate. Too mild for them. They’re used to our content leaning more toward Urban Dictionary (where we later looked up a term I may never recover from — more info upon request, but be warned, you'll be scarred). I explained that Kajabi is the platform I’ve used for the last 6 years to sell and host my courses and my group program, Shrimp Club. (Applications for the 6 remaining spots open in August!) So, yes, it’s where almost all my income comes from, year-round — even months like this one, when I’m off the clock and barely working. (Need somewhere to sell and host your courses? Or incentive to create your first course? Kajabi is currently offering a free 30-day trial.<-- My affiliate link. I highly recommend it.) After that conversation, I ask my niece and nephew if they know what the mascot was at my and my sister’s NYC all-girls school. Barely looking up from their bagels, both chime in with the correct answer: “The Beaver.” Those kids are being raised right. As for what I call my lady parts? That would be Kit. (Kidding. That’s my email provider. Also recommended. Also my affiliate link.) I always keep it classy around here. You’re welcome. xoLaura PS - Interested in one of the remaining spots in Shrimp Club? 70% are already spoken for, by the coolest group of entrepreneurs. Click here to sign up for the VIP waitlist. Psst! Since you're signed up to get my emails on a weekly basis, here's what you missed this week! I’m a secret
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