2,000 new Beauty Advisors are being processed today (I’m number 2,086 when last I saw the number.) I should be processed in the next few weeks, and rumor has it my kit will ship today or tomorrow.
Having stalked my bank account all morning, watched a movie, and partook in some quality time with the kitties, I decided I should leave the house and find something worthwhile to do. Like get a cup of tea, put gas in the car, pay a couple bills, write a blog post…When I got outside, something caught my eye. My mailbox was exploding with Happy Mail.
What is Happy Mail? Mail that makes you happy, of course! Today’s mail brought me a skirt I bought from a direct sales gal I know (it’s blue, and it’s fabulous,) new business cards, nail wraps, and a lovely gift from a fabulous friend. I couldn’t wait, I had to open it all IN MY CAR! I found the overflowing mailbox when I was leaving the house, so that kinda made sense.
All these envelopes of happiness made me smile really big, and it really did brighten my day. You could say, it made me happy!
Who doesn’t like new, shiny things that make them happy?
Several weeks ago my friend Windy sent me a message. She told me about a new direct sales business opportunity that I was really intrigued by. I politely told her that financially I couldn’t go there at that time, and that was that. Except it wasn’t.
I looked at the information…several times. A ground floor opportunity. The chance to be in the first group of consultants. The opportunity to build a team in a huge way. I ran the numbers. I just couldn’t do it.
I put it out of my mind, but it kept coming back. I ignored the posts I saw from people signing up and talking about it…kinda. I googled the company every couple of days. Ran the numbers. Got frustrated. Over. And over. And over.
A few weeks later I had the chance to hear more. We were at lunch, and Windy was telling us the reasons why she joined. I don’t remember everything she said because my mind latched on to three points:
- Better-For-You Skin Care
- You don’t carry inventory
- No parties
I left lunch determined to make the numbers worked. I didn’t mention it to anyone, as I didn’t know if id be able to pull it off. I mean, I didn’t want to disappoint anyone!
Sunday morning I reached out to my friend Windy and asked some questions. Then I signed up to be a Beauty Consultant in waiting with Willing Beauty. I don’t think Windy saw that one coming.
Financially, it’s a stretch to cover the kit. That’s ok. It’s an investment. I can make it work. Once I got that part out of the way, it became a no brainer.
First, the product…they represent the things that are important to me. I work at limiting the “crap” that goes in and on my body. Willing Beauty is:
- Free of parabens, sulfates, mineral oils, DEA, phthalates chemical sunscreens & synthetic fragrances
- Safe for sensitive skin
- Skin-friendly ingredients
- Never tested on animals
Second, the opportunity…
- Ground floor
- Very few consultants
- Amazing earning potential
- Fantastic team building potential
- Be part of an amazing team
- A rare opportunity!
Third, the team I signed on with…I honestly consider them the dream team. Incredible women who have years and years of combined direct sales background, running their businesses in a very non-spammy, ethical way. I admire these gals in a huge way. It’s a little strange to be a pet of that!
See? No brainer. I’ve taken a chance. A big ole leap of faith. I’m feeling good about it.
Would you like to know more? Visit the Willing Beautyu website. Let me know if I can answer any questions.
– Penny, Beauty Consultant in Waiting, Pre-Launch ID 70964 (how cool is that??)
I drive past 12 osprey nests on the way to and from work. Most are within a one mile stretch of road. Every day o see the nests, and often times I see the birds, beautiful, magnificent creatures that amaze me.
I wish them good morning each day. I count how many I see. They make me smile. I know it will be a good day when I see them. How can it not be?
Friday night I happened upon an Osprey Cam for one of the nests. According to the blog, there were two babies and a third egg waiting to hatch. My bank has adopted these osprey and had ensured them a safe home. The story of this family is heartwarming.
Saturday I tuned in periodically throughout the day. I saw the mama and the babies, the papa bird bringing them a fish, the feeding. It was magical.
When I got news that a wonderful person I know received a devastating cancer diagnosis, I pulled up the osprey. When the work day ended and I was tired and overwhelmed, I pulled up the osprey. It was then I noticed one baby was motionless. I cried. The other baby was active and I clung to the idea that it was the bright spot of the day. New life, so cute, so sweet. Hope in a nest.
Over dinner I learned that a second wonderful person’s husband received a devastating cancer diagnosis. No way! Back to the osprey. As the sun began to set, mama and baby were settled in, and again, the adorable life in that nest was a bright shiny spot as I thought of my friends.
Sunday morning I tuned in. I couldn’t see the baby. My heart dropped and I became concerned. An hour later I saw the Facebook post: both babies had passed.
Mother Nature let me down.
I cried for an hour. I assumed the fetal position, snuggles with my cat and cried the loud, ugly cry. I cried off and on the rest of the day. I have tears now, even as I type this. What happened? Why? How do the parents feel? How will we go on?
Mother Nature had other plans for those sweet babies. Mother Nature can bite me…letting me fall in love then ripping my heart out. Heavy sigh.
Some days you need more baby osprey and less real life.
I checked the Osprey Cam yesterday evening and the mama was eating a fish. The nest looked so…quiet. Sadness washed over me again.
Today I will see the 12 nests I’ve become an expert at spotting. If I time my commute right I will see 4-8 osprey hanging out watching commuters go by. Eleven is the record.
I’m not sure my heart can take more bad news right now. May today be free of death and disease.
If you’d like to see my friends the osprey, you can tune into the live feed anytime. They are fascinating creatures that will continue to enchant me.
I’ve been “radio silent” for a bit (according to a few friends.) It’s been rather nice! What happened? I achieved an amazing sense of overwhelm that allowed me to step back, breath, and regroup. I’ve never in my life disengaged and taken time to take care of me like I have the last several weeks.
I gave myself permission to stop and simply BE.
My day job required everything I had in me from November through a good part of March. Things ramped up like I never thought possible at the beginning of February. It became grueling, day in and day out. Not the job itself, but the people. I rarely speak of the day job, but I will here to help paint the picture.
We made a change in January that upset many who frequented one location. I can only describe the daily interactions with angry people as often bordering on abuse. Every. Single. Day. Soul sucking.
I was filled with dread when I woke up and had to go there, and beaten down when the day was over. Then I tried to do everything else in the evenings and on my days off. I wasn’t doing anything well, and I couldn’t get ahead of anything. Worst of all, I was changing. I didn’t like the “me” that all this was creating. I stopped recognizing myself.
At that point, I realized that I had nothing left to give. Once I made peace with that, I stopped trying to do it all. Some interesting changes have taken place as a result.
Sleep. I’ve begun sleeping better. To know me is to know I’m sleep in snippets, and am tired a lot of the time. Now? I’m in bed between 9pm and 10pm most nights, and falling asleep. I wake less, and am sleeping more. Most days I feel refreshed when I wake. That’s new!
Friends. I am socializing a bit less, but it’s more fun. My head is in the experience, rather than in 100 different places. It’s quality time, and I’m enjoying “being fully present” for the first time in ages.
Work. Things at the day job are calm again, and I’m happy again. I’m managing my time better, and am more productive. I’m not tired all the time, and I can focus.
Direct Sales. I’m getting back into the swing of things, and I’m reminding myself that I need to maintain balance. I’m also evaluating and trying to decide exactly what I want from a direct sales business and how to get it. With a clear head, I can do that.
Entertainment. My DVR is empty for the first time in years. I’m listening to podcasts I enjoy, and reading. There is TIME to unplug and just BE.
Kitties. My cats have loved the extra time they have with me. We have more quality time than we did. Happy kitties are a good thing!
I’m reminding myself to…
(If you’re new here, I first introduced Herman in Derailed on May 31. I talked about him again a few times, including in Yearly Doctor Visit on January 27, 2017. Herman is the area of my head that began as a concussion, but I now know is a skull fracture. It’s fascinating to me how the brain and body works. Making him a person in my life has helped me cope with much better than when he was simply “the lump”. Don’t fall of a ladder and you won’t have to worry about having a Herman in your life!)
Herman has been quiet for a while. He behaved, he let me sleep at night (with my head on a pillow sometimes!) he didn’t bother me during the day, in fact, I kind of forgot about him…I figure he was on vacation. Maybe a cruise, or a trip abroad. Wherever he was, I was happy for the solitude…
…He’s back. He’s back and he obviously doesn’t like what I’ve been up to! Herman needs a new hobby. It began on Friday when things got really crazy and hectic at work. I was working the register, ringing up people who had just finished their fabulous experience at our shop. The rest of the staff was working on helping them get packed up and re-configuring our space to accommodate a class of 18 people the next day. It was a huge undertaking.
As luck would have it, I got too many questions from too many people, plus the phone began ringing and customers needed attention. Suddenly, it was as if I was moving in slow motion. Everything around me was moving at super speed and I was unable to do anything but observe. I quickly realized that this was not good, and removed myself from the chaos. I went back to the register, ignored the phone and focused on one customer at a time.
Within about twenty minutes, the store was cleared out, the area re-set, and Herman was bothering me. The tingly sensation was back, and the dull throb began. He’s been with me for four days now. He doesn’t want me putting my head on a pillow, he’s a bit sore, and he’s reminding me to slow the heck down!
Herman really amazes me. This fellow who lives in my head and reminds me to step back, slow down, and behave. I had a hectic week last week, and he stepped in. It’s a love/hate relationship I have with Herman. Most of the time his timing stinks. I have a lot on my plate right now and need to keep a pace. He loves me enough to make me slow down and not keep a pace.
Oh Herman. Whatever will I do with you?