The Only Way to Fail is……..

13 Mar

It’s the last few weeks of the quarter in my sales job.  As of last week I was on target to hit what we call in my business, FAME.  Hitting FAME qualifies me, as a manager, for a bonus.  And, each quarter that you qualify, the bonus is exponential.  And if you hit 4 FAMES and your quota, you can get a very big bonus.

Each quarter counts.  This is the first quarter of the year so it sets the tone for the rest of 2018.  And, not hitting it results in a lot less potential bonus money.

Last year, I was way behind the first quarter because my father passed away in January.  My team had a lot to make up for, but we did it.  We hit FAME quarters 1, 2 and 3.

But in the fourth quarter I missed it.  I had counted on some people that got sick or went away during that time.  In the end, I was $36,000 short.  And missed out on a big bonus.

I learned my lesson.  Don’t count on anything or anyone.  Expect the best, but have back-up plans for the unexpected.  Have a plan B, C and D in place so you are not left in the hole.

This year, I am struggling again.  A big account that we were counting on was postponed until next quarter.   I am creating my back up plans every day.  I am visualizing success and contacting all of my clients.  I am in touch with my agents and plotting out the numbers and where the premium can come from.  I am not letting my thoughts of resignation or dispair take over my brain.  I breathe at night to release the anxiety that keeps me awake.  I go over and over the numbers and see us winning in my mind.

In my workshop over the weekend, we discussed success and failure.  “The only way to fail is to stop playing.”  Focus on the game rather then winning or losing.  OK.  I am playing.  I have not given up.

Another game I play is “weight watching”.  Today at our local WW meeting, Zach, our inspiring leader, did not make it in because of the snow.

When I was walking in, I saw one of the other customers getting into her car.

“There’s no meeting,” she muttered.  She didn’t look happy.

“Come back,” I said.  “We can have our own meeting.  Where two or more are gathered,……….., it’s a meeting.”

We sat down and started talking.  Pretty soon there were five of us.  I got up and stood in front of the room.

We discussed issues that we were having and thought of possible solutions.  The half hour passed quickly.

“What are your closing words?”  Lynn asked.  Zach always has an empower quote at the end of our meetings.

“Hmmmm,”  I thought.  “Let’s see…….You all are fine just as you are.  You don’t need to be fixed.  If you don’t like something about yourself, don’t make it wrong.  Then you will be stuck.  Just choose one different action you could take this week.  And try it.  The only way to fail is to quit.  And you haven’t.  Acknowledge yourselves for just showing up!!!!!”  We gave ourselves a hand.

My daughter had come in during our “meeting.”  She is home on spring break.  She needed to get weighed to maintain her lifetime status.  She was sitting in the back of the room, watching.

“Mom, I’m proud of you,” she said when we left.

“For what?” I asked, distracted while I sipped my coffee.

“For running the meeting.  You didn’t have to do that.”

“It just seemed like the right thing to do.”  I told her about the girl that was going to leave.

“You did a great job.”

“Really?  I didn’t know if I was saying the right stuff.”

“You did.  It was great.  You could be a leader.”

I’ve thought about it.  But I never did anything about it.   Cause I made up that they didn’t make alot of money.

But I love to make a difference for people and inspire them to live their dreams.  So I will think about it.  Because it was fun.  And Haley’s words made me feel good.

And while I could get down on myself because I’m not at the numbers for work that I need yet and I’m not really happy with the number on the scale, I can still feel good if I want to.

I’m boldly playing both games AND, leading from the front.

And that to me,  means  success!!!!!




My Biggest Mistake Wasn’t One at All

12 Mar

While in a workshop on Money and Success over the weekend, I had to name my biggest financial failure.

For me, it was not being able to change my ex-husband’s attitude about money.  He liked debt and I liked to save.  For 20 years I tried to tell him why I was upset and stressed out about the way he did “money ” and what would work for me.  He’s not stupid, but he just couldn’t seem to understand what I was talking about.   I didn’t know back then that I was waiting for him to change so that I could be happy.  It wasn’t a fun or powerful way to live.

At some point, I realized that he shouldn’t have to change.  And that I didn’t need to stay married to him.

We got divorced about 2.5 years ago.  And I have been able to return my finances to the way I had them when I was single and comfortable financially – saving towards retirement, money in the bank, an emergency fund, and positive cash flow.

But I couldn’t forgive myself for living my husband’s way financially for 20 years.  I felt that I should have “known better” or been able to do something other then be stressed out, always checking for negative balances, and feeling like I was drowning by the increasing debt.

Over the weekend I saw that I have been avoiding relationships for fear of making the same mistake again.  It seems a lot less painful to just be safe and comfortable and alone.  I couldn’t imagine living with that kind of stress and upset again.

“Why would you have to experience that again?”  Christine, the instructor asked.

I thought about it.  “I don’t know.  I guess I just assumed I would.  I seem to have a bad picker.”

She just looked at me.  “And why is it your failure if you couldn’t change someone who was unwilling to change?”  she asked.

A lightbulb went off for me.

“You’re right,”  I said.   “Why did I even think it was my job to change him?  And why did I marry someone who liked debt and thought so differently then I did?”

I knew the answer to that one.  I had just assumed that everyone did money like I did.  Why would anyone have debt?  In my family, you were “an idiot” if you had debt.  It was for stupid people.  And, my husband was an Ivy League graduate and a lawyer.  It never occurred to me that he would have a different set of values about money.  He was an intelligent man.

“We were just playing different games,”  I said.  “He played the spend what you want and accumulate debt and I was trying to play save for the future.”

I had failed to identify the games before I got married.  And then I tried to change him so that he was playing my game instead of his.

Well, wouldn’t it be easier to start with someone who is playing the same game?  Who wants the same kind of relationship and partnership as I do?  What a concept?  That I could enjoy the relationship instead of suffer over it.

I have forgiven myself for my failed attempts to change my ex.  And, realized that leaving him may have been one of my best successes ever!!!!

What a new world I have created!!!  I am very excited for what the future holds.  And that’s a miracle.  Because just a few days ago I was suffering over my stupidity, upset and craziness.  Now I am embracing them and the fact that I am a GENIUS for doing something so smart!!!!!

Who knew?




Playing Full Out

11 Mar

I have been afraid to play full out.  I’ve been afraid of just about everything.  I’m afraid to get in trouble.  Afraid of getting criticized.  Afraid to make a mistake.  Afraid of getting it wrong.

Well, the gig is up.  I just finished two weekends of transformational courses.  I saw that I am “the rattlesnake.”  I have made myself wrong for many, many, many years.  It prevented me from seeing any good in myself and not allowing myself to really be happy.

I would say the following:  How could I say I have a great life?  What if things change tomorrow?  What if they find out I don’t have my shit together?  What if people know I’m messy?  What if someone finds out I am pathetic and needy and need reassurance?

No one could love that.  I don’t even like myself.  I had to keep it hidden and when I let it out, I got anxious and insecure and stressed out.

Well, those days are gone.  I was afraid that I really was just crazy.  Something really wrong with me.  Sure I annoyed people.  Sure no one wanted to listen to me.  I was afraid if I was upset, etc.

I’m not going to try to get rid of those thoughts.  But I am going to just write them down.  AND, I am going to dial up what I’m afraid of .  I’m going to own my craziness.  Yes, I’m crazy but it’s a wonderful crazy.  I love people and want to do great things in the world.  I have BOLD IDEAS and BIG AMBITIONS.   But I have let fear and doubt stop me from staying in action.

So I am declaring a moratorium on BEING CAREFUL!!!  I am going to make messes and get into trouble by being bold, self expressed and IN ACTION!!!!!

And, even as I type this I am wondering if it will last.  And maybe I’ll forget.  But I can return to it and just keep going instead of making my inactivity wrong.

So, there it is, world.  Who wants to play with me?


I’m A Genius

23 Feb

I was working with a friend of mine who goes into your subconscious and clears out emotions, and other things that can get stuck in parts of your body.  It’s a little strange,  sounds weird.  I know.  But, since all I have to do is stay on the phone and listen to him, I do it.  I figure, in case it helps, it’s worth it.  It’s not hurting me.  I barely even have to pay attention to him.

One day he told me he asked me if I wanted him to change my core belief.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, I changed mine from I’m a fool to I’m brilliant.”

“That sounds cool,”  I said.  “Why not?  It can’t hurt me, right?”

“No,”  he said.

The first step was to figure out what my current core belief  was.

He did his little questions and I was shocked by what he came up with.

“I am worthless” was the answer.  It didn’t make sense until I thought about it.  It was sort of a theme underlying everything I did, thought, said or acted. I didn’t trust myself and listened to others.  I was insecure in certain areas and always needed validation.

I mean, not all the time.  When I’m confident, I am great.  When things are good, you can’t mess with me.

But there was my other self.  The one I hid.  That one thought she was worthless.

“What would you like to change it to?”  he asked after I adjusted to my worthless feelings.

We talked about it for a while.  I was lying on my blue couch in my furnished rental cottage on the beach.


It felt right.  I said it and the world shifted.  I became confident and sure of myself.

“THIS IS AMAZING,”  I said.  I was on a high for a couple of days.

And then I forgot all about it.  The world became familiar again.

About a week later Brazos called and asked how the genius was.

“Oh,”  I said.  “I forgot.  I’m a genius.”  And then everything I did and said and thought became different.  My decisions were great and the world was good.

It’s kind of amazing that one thought about myself can change how I look at everything.  And it’s also crazy that I forget that thought and revert back all the time.

I guess the world is a crazy place.  So, we might as well have fun.

ENJOY!!!!   Thanks for listening.

At a client – no on is coming to see me

22 Feb

So I decided to write.

I have been on such a high for the last few days.

And today, I am tired since I got in late from a seminar and still got up early to work out.

I am sitting in a beautiful library in an architect’s office and not only is nobody coming to see me, they are not even looking at me as they walk by.

I am all dressed up and have my computer ready, but ….. apparently for nothing.  And my biggest challenge is trying to stay awake.

When it’s been an hour I will leave and go to the next place.  And, if I have time, take a quick 5 minute nap in the car AND get a large coffee.

All I can think about is going home and going to bed.  If I didn’t have the second appointment, that’s where I would be.

OK – 25 more minutes here.  I have been very nervous lately.

Apparently, excitement and fear feel the same.  For me, it’s a jittery feeling in my chest.  With that is sometimes an upset stomach, and today, I feel like my skin is breaking out.

But, if fear is the same as excitement, then I am wondering if calling it excitement instead will also come with the side effects.  I’m going to try it.  When I feel the nervousness happeneing, I will call it opportunity and excitement instead and see what happens.

But for right now, I have to admit that I am just feeling tired and sick.

I have a purple circle under my eye that isn’t attractive.

My back is starting to hurt.

I just want to go home.

22 minutes left.

I really want to put my head down and go to sleep.  Would that be professional?

OK, after editing this blog I now have 16 minutes.  In 5 I will start to pack up.  I can do this.  No premium here, no claims, no nothing.  NADA!!!  Embarassing, but no one has to know I wasted my time.  Glad the associate who was supposed to come could not make it.  I’d hate for her to know how much this sucked.

Well, that’s it.  It amazes me how I could go from everything being great yesterday to SUCK today.  I guess that’s life and why it will never be boring.  Isn’t that exciting?

Thanks for listening.


A guy to read my book?

21 Feb

I asked three friends to read through my book as part of the editing process.  We wanted to get some feedback before it went final.   One friend has read through the whole thing so far.

She liked it.  It made her think.  But she was “shocked” by a couple of things that I wrote.

Hmm, I wondered.  Which things?

Two different epidodes with two different men.  She was surprised at how honest I was.

I passed her comments on to Maryann, the copy editor I have hired to help me get the book ready for publishing.

“Have you asked any men to read the book?” she asked me.

“No,” I answered.

“Why don’t you ask one to read through it?”

“I can’t think of who I would ask.”

“Do you have any male friends in any of your courses?”

I didn’t answer her.  And now I’m thinking this is a bad thing.  If I’m too embarrased to ask a man to read my book, how do I think I can publish the damn thing.

So now I’m thinking the whole idea is really stupid.  Maybe it is too incriminating and I’m an idiot.  Maybe I shouldn’t do it at all.  How much would I have to change so that no one recognizes anyone?……  I’m exhausted just thinking about it.

OR, (after I take a breath and calm down a little), maybe people will relate to it and I am being brave by going public.   Maybe it will help other women who are suffering from the same fate and I will empower them to live THEIR dreams, too.

I don’t know.  I guess I will sleep on it.  I am tired.   So I will stop for now.  And just breathe.  And deal with these thoughts tomorrow.

Thanks for listening.


I contacted Oprah

5 Feb

I just sent a linked in inmail to Oprah.  Yes, Oprah Winfrey.

Over the weekend, we discussed what was urgent.  Where did we hear the knock?

My connection to the eternal is through spirituality and truth.  I get moved when people are real.  When they experience emotions.

My memoir is real.  It is meant to inspire people.

Who else inspires people?  Oprah.

So I googled how to contact her.  It said to go throught linked in.  So I signed up for premium which is free for a month.  And I sent her an inmail.

I am so excited that I did that.  I am thinking BIG.  I am doing BIG.  It was bold.

If I never hear back, I am still good.  YAY ME!!  I reached out beyond my little world.

Ok, watching the superbowl.  Gotta go.