Welcome to another Throwback Thursday. This post seems so relevant to these times. Especially in today’s times where it feels like like people can no longer have civil conversations. We need to remember to use our words to build each other up.
I remember the first time my friend Joy messaged me about Color Street and the way she followed up quickly with, too much? I remember thinking “Is she serious right now? The world is ending and she’s talking about her nails??” I, on the other hand, was very busy fighting trolls on social media, reading books about social injustice and saving the world one insurance policy at a time. Little did I know that just a couple months later, I too, would be obsessed with doing my nails.
It’s a very strange thing how Color Street has started to take over my life. I don’t want or mean to be the “pushy sales lady” but some days I would see someone in my feed and think, “OMG! She would love this!!” The excitement is overwhelming. I love the ease of doing my nails. I love the no waiting for my nails to dry and no smudging. I love the price and convenience.
And I love that everytime I look at my nails, I feel pretty!!
So what does this have to do with the world ending?? Well let me take you back a couple of months….
August 1st, the day before I signed up to sell Color Street, was the two year anniversary of my dad going into hospice. Although he didn’t pass until August 9th, that day he went to hospice was the last day I spoke with him. (Find the Tribute to my Dad Here)
August 1st was the day they came in the ambulance and wheeled him out and I knew that this time he would not be coming back. Every year, and sometimes randomly, that scene replays in my mind.
This past year I woke up feeling worse than the first year. I spent the day in bed. I ate cookies for breakfast. I cried. I cooked. I felt guilty for eating cookies. I calculated my calories. I went back to bed. I ate veggies for dinner and tried to rationalize my cookies for breakfast and remind myself it’s ok.
Me and Dad ❤
I made it through that day. So August 2nd, I woke up a little lighter and feeling better.
I signed up for EVERYTHING!
I quickly and bluntly let my Color Street upline know that this would just be a hobby! I just want the discounts! (HA! Ask my leaders what they think of that statement now!) I quickly started selling to friends and coworkers. I couldn’t shut up about Color Street and how easy it was. I started an instagram and threw myself into learning everything I could about marketing and Color Street and building a business. I felt consumed and excited to learn something new!
Plus, it wasn’t insurance! This was actually fun!
Here I am two months later and I’m quickly hitting my sales goals and building a team. I started to feel like I was living in a bubble and ignoring the world around me, and I kind of was. But in this last week or so, I really started asking myself why? Why do I feel obsessed? What is it?
So last week, as I was dropping off an order to my cousin, we started chatting about it. “This is changing lives” my cousin Amanda said, and she was right! I realized that it is!
In a time of COVID and isolation. In a time of social justice and all the negative we see in our feeds, this is positive! This has brought me and several of my high school classmates together! It’s a distraction and a positive outlet! It is making women feel good!
Last week alone I had a friend order a set that I mailed out in a card. Little did I know I would receive a text from her about how she had been feeling down and some sparkly nails, a cute sticker and a handwritten note were just the right combination to make her day!
So yes, maybe it’s “just about nail polish” to some, but to me it’s about lifting people’s spirits. It’s about empowering women in business and making them feel pretty! It’s about handwritten notes and spreading the love to unify us all in these trying times. Because in the end, love is all that really matters! (and maybe some sparkly nails)
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I’m in love. It’s funny, because I have known my object of affection for over 20 years and it was only recently that I realized how I felt about them Then all of a sudden, one day, it clicked. I couldn’t get enough! I wanted more. I NEEDED more! I wanted to eat, sleep, drink, it all in. This object of my affection is one I share with many of you readers…it is Writing!
It’s like I just can’t get enough. My thoughts constantly want to be writing things down, ideas for blogs, books, poems.So let me take you back to where it all started. Where we first met.
I remember one of my first diaries, which I still have, was my cabbage patch kids diary. It’s filled with stories of my vacation to florida, stuck in a car with my two older sisters tormenting me and my mother probably singing just to add to the irritation. It has the list of boys I had crushes on in 3rd grade. The who likes who, ratings on how funny Keith was or how cute Nate was. This was serious stuff! It only progressed from there when my 4th grade teacher gave us all journals for Christmas one year, which I also still have. Filled no doubt with series of more crushes, important elementary gossip and so on.
Let’s skip ahead to high school…this is where my writing got a little more interesting. This is when I had my first love (or as I now refer to him, ”my baby daddy”, but only because he hates to be called that!) A quick back story, he was living in a group home at the time I met him so we often wrote letters before we actually met and while we were dating. (Kind of similar to dating a man in prison, but much smaller scale) So, I would spend my days in school classrooms, doodling hearts and filling them with our initials or writing love poems about him and dreaming of the moment I would get to spend time with him again. After all, it was that first love, that innocence. Ahhhh if only every love could feel like that. So fresh, so new, so innocent. Eventually the new love fades, people grow and change and life happens. With writing, that’s ok. Writing never gets old when you’re in love with it. Change is what inspires writing. Anger, hurt, tears, fears, love all inspire something new to write about and fuel the fire inside of us to write more!
Over the years I continued to write, but usually it was for therapy. If I had a breakup or a I was feeling some sort of emotion about a person or situation. Never again would I write a love letter. Not to anyone I knew anyways, but I have hope for the future. That one soul mate, love of my life is somewhere, just around the corner. The one man who will inspire me to write the best story or poem of my life.
It is through writing I can find myself. I can discover the why of my emotions. I can have those “ah ha!” moments and really learn about myself. I have always written for myself first.
Never once in my years of writing did I ever think that people would want to read what I wrote. Never once did the thought cross my mind that, hey, maybe someone else has been through that. Maybe someone else may find that interesting. Maybe your view could make someone think, could change an opinion. Once I actually shared my writing and people started reading it and complimenting me all that kept going through my mind was Chris Farley in his skit, “Living in a Van down by the river”. I kept hearing this voice say , “Sooo you wanna be a writer, huh?? Is that Bill Shakespeare over there??” (see a clip of the video here)
Once i realized people actually enjoyed reading my work, I decided to start blogging. Like, these people subscribe to my blog! They look forward to my writing! My best friend of over 30 years, (yes we were only like 5 when we met) sent me texts like, “ummm I feel so embarrassed that I never knew you could write” to which I had to reply, “umm neither did I!” I think I really love writing because in writing there are no rules. Yes, we can place rules, but when I write for myself I can get my thoughts out of my head so much smoother. I can be me. I have no pressures, no worries, no judgement. Writing lets me be who I truly am. Whether I decide to share all these parts of me on my blog is another story. But, in my journal I can truly be me. Writing never judges me. Never talks back. Never tells me I’m doing it wrong. When I write I can release my inner ginger. When I write I am my true me.
I have been wanting to blog so badly this week, feeling like i need to create this great post. I had to stop and really think about why I write. I had to take time and remember that I write for me FIRST. For healing, releasing and therapy. In fact I decided to do a writing cleanse but I will blog about that another time. It’s hard because I love connecting with people through my writing. It motivates and excites me! But sometimes I just have to take time to embrace my inner writer not for the audience, just for me.
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