My Jerry Maguire Mission Statement

Yep folks.  I have been gone from the Blogger Universe for um.....awhile.

As always, my A.D.D. tends to get the best of me and I am off doing other random things.

 But this last "thing" is not random.  It is a pretty big deal for me.  So I want to share.

First news.  I am not a Tomboy Tools consultant anymore.  I love the company.  Love the tools.

Just need to find the right fit.

Hallelujah, me thinks I have found it.

I was working a table at a vendor show last year and was first introduced to the health and wellness company, "It Works!"

I thought to myself, "What a ridiculous name for a company."  Of course there was a leggy gorgeous blond that was working the It Works! table.  She was the glaring example of health, beauty and wellness.  Why wouldn't she be?  That is how the company sucks you in!
 ANYONE can look just like her!  Just sign on the dotted line.

I laugh about these thoughts today, as this leggy gorgeous blond is now my It Works! sponsor.  Sarah has been right there, traveling on her own dime from Michigan along with my ever supportive upline, Gennesis, (Love the name.  I know, right?) to the steamy summer heat of Washington D.C./Northern Virginia.  Anyone who has ever traveled to the nation's capital during the summer months knows that it is insanity to plan a trip during the height of a D.C. summer.  But then again, you must have a couple of good screws loose to take the bold dive into the awesome world of multi-level marketing, right?  Heat, be damned!  We are dreamers and nothing was going to stop us.

Not to mention, we were in the thick of the crazy heat wave.  My 1999 Yukon barely cranking the A.C., we braved 104 to 110 degree heat for 5 days of blitzing, reigning in new business and introducing folks to this incredible company and its innovative health and wellness product line.

A HU-MUNGO (is Hu-Mungo even a word?  Well, right now it is.) storm knocked out power and cellular service which is cause for widespread panic to anyone living and working in the Washington D.C. area.  With our clothes sticking to the leather seats, heat and road rage was high but we guzzled the water and trudged on with vision.

I will get more into the company in future posts but what I can tell you is, Jen has a bright future.  At freaking 40 years old.  A fantastically bright healthful, spiritual, emotional, and financial future.  I have had a tough time of it for awhile and finally, my pieces are falling together.  So far, the journey has been awe-inspiring.

There is my excuse for missing time from the blog.  I have been working.  My arse off.  My boyfriend is a former motocross racer and currently works in restaurant management.  Anyone who is familiar with either of these occupations knows that your body is taking a serious beating.
Time to retire him.

My daughter is going to college in New York City.  Expenses?  Enough said here.

My father has been one of the most supportive people in my life, financially and emotionally.  Cheering me on through every A.D.D. adventure and accepting me completely.  I owe him big time.  I am Daddy's late bloomer.  Even at my age, it is important to make that man proud of me.

The trip to D.C. was a life-game changer.  As I was driving from the area back to Michigan in the wee hours of morning with the colors of sunrise barely reaching over the monuments, I wanted to laugh hysterically and cry my eyes out all at the same time.  Validation.  I love that word.  It gives me chill bumps.  Chasing my dreams and not settling for the hum-drum nine to fiver.  Or the 10 to 12 hour day, 6 day work week that collides your personal life into your all consuming job.  Taking yet another risk, but this time, RUNNING WITH IT.

The Rat Race.  I cannot do that.  I suck at it.  I have worked in jobs where I had to mentally shove myself out of bed and place my two feet onto the floor each day.   Cursing as I placed my keys into the ignition of my car day after day, a slave to the monotonous nine hour work day crammed with the stress of high-maintenance clients and uncontrollable schedules and deadlines.  Life Insurance.  Newspaper.  Radio.  Retail.  Real Estate.  Hotel.  Restaurant.  I am the jack of all trades.  Placing someone with A.D.D. into a neutral colored cubicle that restricts physical movement or has the atmosphere of continual redundancy is pure torture.  Only did that once and it was the longest two years of my life.

Maybe there is a reason that in the last eight months, I have been unable to find work.  When I was called for my first interview, I blew it.  Ridiculously blew it.  I have never blown an interview.  Everything does indeed happen for a reason.  I want to send a thank-you note to all of those companies  I submitted application after application...resume after resume.  Here is to the ones that thought I was not a right fit.  They were spot-on.

Thank you.  Thank you so very much.

I now share products with people that improve their lives.  Improve their health.   I speak from personal experience.  The It Works! products are life changing.  The company?  Positive.  The people?  Positive.  Rarely do I come across the Negative Nancy.  Who can really be negative about being healthy?  Negativity and health don't exactly go hand in hand.

 If something happens in my life and I need a time-out, it is cool.  My income will still be there.   I worked for a company that presented me with my "dream job."  To start, from the ground up, an entertainment newspaper.  This paper was my baby and other than my kids, I had never been so proud of something that I had created.  I named it.  Nurtured it.  Loved it.  I gave it everything that I had but apparently, that was not enough.  I was denied a leave of absence when my mother was placed in hospice.  I told that company to kiss my ass.  A memory that I replay over and over again when I am sweating through a D.C. scorcher and the menacing betrayer inside my head is whispering in my ear that I cannot have exactly what I want.

Stick around.  I am just getting started.



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