Stories and lessons on overcoming, breaking through, and living free.
I was a one-hit-wonder.
That’s what some said. I loved the profession that is Network Marketing. I was freaking good at what I did, too—all heart. The truth was, though, I was NOT a washed-up has been. I was a hurt, traumatized, broken-hearted human being.
My passion and love for the profession and all it had done for me was still a conviction that burned true. I had a couple of entirely false starts, but a wounded warrior is what I had become.
In the words of Ted Lasso, I had developed a case of the YIPS. I loved the game, but I had lost my mojo. So some pony up and ride onto the set of another show, and hats off to them.
I couldn’t seem to do that.
Options. Freedom. Security. Independence. These values were still very much a part of who I was. But, my ego was bruised, my pride was pierced, and my family needed income. So desperate, I applied to so many jobs.
Finally, I got one lead for a sales job in educational publishing from such a dear friend. After three...
Everything must go. We were broke.
Our journey as Network Marketing Professionals, what a ride that was. Yes, full of ebbs and flows. It was packed full of joy, mistakes, money, and so many lessons. I’m going to share more with you on that soon. But as I alluded to in the previous post, it did come to a close.
Heartache and uncertainty played the lead in this scene.
There were red flags—a whole truckload of them. Today, I won’t go into all of it. That is a story for another time. But I have to ask, have you ever experienced an inkling that something is coming, but even so, it would be impossible to feel prepared?
I advocate for Financial literacy education in schools. It should also be taught more within the network marketing profession. When we had no choice but to pivot, we had a 911 financial emergency. We had done very little to diversify our money. So all the financial backing we had to come to depend on was in one swift swoop gone.
We sold and liquidated...
When I had prayed that prayer in bed that night, God, Please help me. Could you send me a lifeboat? I did not expect it to manifest as a reconnection with someone I had not seen since my Kentucky grade school days. But that’s what happened.
This individual invited me to look at some health supplements and a business model they were scaling to earn additional money.
I said yes, but if I’m honest, I was playing nice. I intended to look and then hard pass, ya know? I didn’t have any desire to become a product peddler. I mean, hello, I had left my Avon’s calling days back in high school.
Well, God had a different plan. So, after a few phone calls, I began actively brainstorming creative ways to find the capital to start and open up my own profit center to consume and share these company’s products.
In the beginning, I was trying to make some extra money for ice cream, trips to the zoo, new outfits, or fun minor upgrades to the girl’s rooms.