3 days ago
1 year ago, I signed up as a Color Street Stylist. VERY cautiously. You see, this wasn’t my first dip in the mlm/direct sales world. I was nervous about adding another thing in, who would take me seriously? But after trying my very first nail set, I couldn’t ignore the pull in my heart (that I see now was the Lord) to be the girl who decided to go for it. I told myself I would just “see what happens”. But in my heart, I knew it was something special. I prayed it would be the thing that finally worked.
Let me take you back..
I have spent 9 years working from home. Between making mason jar tumblers for 18 hours a day and helping other women get healthy as I tried to do the same.. I learned about work ethic.
I created the dream board.
I spoke daily affirmations.
I never stopped working towards the dreams in my heart.
Bringing my husband home.
Providing for my family.
Getting out of debt.
Making an impact.
I consistently worked hard. For years. But it just didn’t feel like it was working. (Have you ever felt like that?) Yet, I persisted. Because you can’t give up on your dreams.
You just can’t.
So that day a year ago when I said YES to something new, although I was cautious.. I was hopeful that this would finally be THE THING that would work.
Did it ever.
Fast forward to this moment in the picture. Where I bawled my eyes out in front of over 4000 people. When they called MY name for being number 1 in recruiting and then number 1 in building leaders. I walked up to Melissa and lost it. I gave her the biggest hug as she whispered in my ear “you did it!” Then, I looked out at the massive crowd who was cheering so loudly it felt like you could hear it all the way back home in California... And just like that, all those years of hard work, all those years of dreams.. came true.
It doesn’t stop here though. I want to help as many women as I can experience this too. To help them achieve their own dreams. To help them change their life and financial future. Friends, if I could do this.. you can too. You have to trust me.
I have a gift in my hands, and it would be selfish to keep it for myself. at Rosen Shingle Creek