After the Week of Puking, yesterday was a good day.
It was team meeting day and you know I get a serious business high from being around my girls. Still, if I am being honest, on the way there I had a bit of a freak out.
I can’t remember if I mentioned this before, but I have a Masters degree is Art with a specialization in painting. I also have two novels in progress. I haven’t painted since before my 8 year old was born and the books are both 50ish percent finished with no actual end in sight. What with running my own business, it’s hard to find the time for creative pursuits. Not just time in terms of minutes, but brain time. Eighty percent of my mind is almost always thinking about Pure Romance. Once I’ve taken care of my kids, husband and house, there’s not much room for anything else. I miss making art. I really want to finish my books. Sometimes, this business really feels like it is in the way. As I drove down to the meeting, feeling tired from a long sick week and wishing I could stay at home that afternoon and spend some quality time with my characters, I was telling myself,
One more year. Stick with it one more year. Accomplish some goals and then reassess where you are.
This all by way of saying that I was not full of my usual zest arriving at the meeting and proceeded to drug myself with coffee to see if I could perk up at all. If you had met me 5 years ago (and some of my readers have), you’ll know that it used to be fairly common for me to show up for meetings with my own little grey raincloud. They used to affectionately call me “Grumpy Grace”. Business wasn’t going great. My husband wasn’t terribly supportive. I was postpartum. Honestly, I think I showed up mostly because I was lonely and these zany woman gave me something to look forward to, even if I envied their business success and sunny outlook something fierce.
What a difference five years can make
Yesterday’s team meeting is the one where we give the awards for the accomplishments of the previous year. It’s a pretty exciting event and usually my favorite get togethers of the year. But there I was yesterday chugging caffeine and trying to not to fall asleep. It was like old times, which was ironic, seeing as I’m not that old Grace anymore and, I’m surprised to say, I have the awards to prove it.
You stick with something long enough, work it and you’ll get somewhere. That’s pretty much a given. So, yeah, last year. Good year. $25k in sales beating my 2013 record by almost 10 grand. I’m proud. I worked hard. I didn’t give up. I kept dragging my sorry butt to those meetings. I carried on. That’s not a surprise. Not guaranteed, but not a huge surprise. It’s not the ones I earned by selling product that mean the most to me though.
It was the unexpected award that got me
Nominations for the Sunshine award are made by other consultants based on who they find to be the most positive and encouraging. I didn’t see this coming. When our director called my name, I was shocked and deeply humbled. You see, these women say I am the one that inspires them, but the truth is, they have all profoundly inspired, challenged and changed me.
This is not my award
This is my team’s award. This is Pure Romance’s award. This is the award that I share with Misty, Jess, Carrie, Naomi, Krista, Gillian, Tiffany, Kayla, Frankie, Christina-Marie, Deborah, and a hundred other women I could name. This is about the amazing transformation that taking control of your own life can accomplish, not just a change in finances, but a change in outlook, in who you are.
I rode home full of hope and humility
One more year? Without a doubt. Maybe more. Hopefully, many more…and with it the inspiration to make great art, the freedom to write great books, and the people who make this journey worth taking. I didn’t sprint from “Grumpy Grace” to Little Miss Sunshine in a day. All things take time. The days will come when I will have more time to paint and write and my business will consume a little less of all my waking hours.
Until then, I’m happy to keep shining.