Day 15: The List

I have a lot of friends that feel a certain kind of way about direct marketing, or direct sales.  I have a story for you and this entire post was inspired because I was asked to write a list.

Here’s the thing.  The majority of the people I have on my Facebook account I’ve known since I was a teenager.  Even the people I don’t know personally have been on my list for a long time.  As of today, I have 450 friends.  Ten were added in the last few months and all ten of those I met before I added them.

I believe in supporting all my friends.  That means that when I need a doctor, a lawyer, an architect, anything, I go to my friends first.  I believe if they are good people, there is no reason why I can’t shop from them first.  I also refer people to them because I trust their work.

As of right now, my job is to be a caretaker.  That job does not make ends meet.  The easiest way for me to bend a job to my hours is to start something on my own.  Even though I finally incorporated my business with the help of Legal Zoom, I also started a Jamberry business.

In a world where word of mouth is the easiest, cheapest way to get business, I still have a hard time asking my friends for support.  Today, I was given an assignment to make a list of people I know to host a party.  I could not think of anyone even though I have 450 people listed on my Facebook feed.  What?  That is when I got angry at myself.  And I decided to call bullshit!  Yes, I said it.  I did use a curse word on my own blog even though it goes against my own rules.  Here I go again.  I call bullshit!!!  I’m an honest, decent, hard working person and I deserve the same kindness that I give to all my friends.  Every time one of you opens a page, a business, or a group, I am the first one to sign up and invite my friends.  Every trip I make to Puerto Rico I make sure that one of you gets my business.  When I find out my friends are traveling and need anything, I know exactly where to send them and you all never disappoint.  There is no shame in cross promoting and supporting each other as businesses and friends.  Why should I feel ashamed for my efforts now?

I just noticed how many women run successful Jam businesses and started asking myself the hard questions.  What do they have that I don’t?  Many of the women who are really doing well are shy and unassuming.  I am not.  Some of them live in rural areas.  I do not.  There are some that live in different countries.  I live in USA.  The only difference between those women and me is that they are not afraid to ask their friends and family for their support in this endeavor.

Then I started thinking.  It does not embarrass me to support my friends.  It has never embarrassed them to ask for us to shop at their stores.  I do sell a product but even if it was a service, I would hope that my friends know I would not be working some kind of scam.  So why should I be ashamed that my game involves direct sales?

I am proud of the company I joined and the product we offer.  And you know what?  I do have bills to pay and dreams to achieve.  So this is really very simple.  I know not everybody likes to do their nails.  I also know that not everyone has the money to spare.  I am going to ask you and everyone we know to show some love and support for us at this time.  If you can’t shop for us now, at least share our posts with all your friends so they can shop from us.  And if you are that low on cash, maybe you should consider joining us and making some money on the side.  All I ask is that you show me the same consideration that I show you and honestly support our efforts.

I believe in you and your dreams.  Now it is your turn to believe in mine.

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Wow! What a Discovery!

Among the trending topics on Facebook this morning, this headline appears:

Inflammation, not Acid, causes Esophageal condition, study says

Some days I am fascinated by how clueless the medical establishment is. I have been diagnosed with IBS, GERD and Barrett’s esophagus for over two years. A little while back, somebody turned me on to apple cider vinegar. I’m supposed to take a spoonful before every meal. I don’t always do it. The days I do it, I sleep like a baby, I don’t feel that burning sensation crawling up my throat and I have no discomfort.
Another thing that works wonders? Half a lemon squeezed into my 10 ounce glass every morning before I do anything else. Yes, both those things are acidic. Neither of those things causes any acid reflux.
More interesting yet? Notice how these fools comment that the discovery will not change the current treatment. You know what the treatment is? OMEPRAZOLE and all her sisters (any medication that ends in PRAZOLE). You know what those medications also do? They wipe out your vitamin D and vitamin B reserves. That includes messing with your memory. Do you have any idea how it feels that somebody asks you what your birthday is and you can’t tell them because you’ve been taking this stupid medicine for a couple of months? It so happens that 21 is my favorite number. It is also the day of my birth. I could not remember it. The person asking me told me to whip out my driver’s license and read it to them. That is what happens with some of these modern medicines.
I am not against doctors or pharmaceuticals. In fact, I have often advised them that they would make even more money, and kill less people, if instead of managing disease, they would move their business model towards prolonging life. None of us want to get old or feel old. Seems to me, there would be a lot more money in that idea.
All I am saying is that this studies that come out shake people’s faith in science because they don’t take science seriously.  If they don’t take science seriously, why should we?  The human body is an amazing thing.  Stop messing with it.  You want to stop the inflammation?  Eat less sugar and tell me how you feel.  Notice, I did not say stop.  The same goes for red meat, eat a little less of that and see how it feels.  More importantly, make your food instead of buying so much processed foods.  Those three things will help with the inflammation a lot more than any medicine will.  Maybe then, pharmaceuticals can start working on that “making me young forever” medicine I keep telling them about.
What do you think?  Leave your comments below.

 

Mourning and Organizing

This is the disaster in the apartment.
This is the disaster in the apartment.

For those of you who know the story, two years ago I went from having a normal life with a husband, a daughter and a dog, to complete chaos.  My husband was diagnosed with cancer and even the test for cancer got infected and gave him a five day stay at  a hospital.  My father, who had leukemia for almost ten years, was diagnosed with cancer.  My husband had surgery in April and on May 27th, we got the call that my father was in the hospital.  Not two days before he had been talking about a friend being sick and his family standing by him.  That Saturday, May 30th, 2015, my sister and I were in Puerto Rico hoping that he would not die.  He did not, we got him to the US, where he died on January 17th, 2016, leaving us with mom, who apparently has Alzheimer’s.  Since they moved in with me and brought their lives here with us, we tried to fit a three bedroom apartment and a two bedroom into a three bedroom apartment for the five of us.  We also had a storage unit.  Needless to say, the transition was not easy.  And so, a month later, with no job, no prospects and an apartment that is fatter than I am, we find ourselves in mourning and organizing.

I have always been a pack rat.  I don’t know if it was because I was the last of four and I always felt that I got what the others did not want.  Or maybe I always felt like the happy accident I knew I had been.  The thing is, for birthdays and Christmas, I never got hand me downs and I held on to those presents for years.  So much so that I still have a very tall Barbie that my dad gave me one year.  I have to say that most of the stuff I have not given away.  They have been lost after 23 moves.  Add to that the fact that my father was himself a pack rat and you have a recipe for disaster.

We have read all the books, even taken courses.  The truth is I can go to your house right now and help you figure out what organizing system will work for you.  I cannot do that for myself.  I’m not unbiased enough.  So here I sit, surrounded by tons of stuff and coupons that will probably expire because I keep forgetting to take care of these things.

I also understand that because I did everything I could until his last day of life, I really don’t have any guilt or unfinished issues with my dad.  I barely cried for him, although I do get emotional when I want to talk to him and I realize he is not here.  I do, on occasion, feel guilty that I don’t cry more.  I loved this man to death.  I don’t understand why his final good bye was so easy for me.  And then I look at my room, with piles and piles of unfinished business, and I understand.  This is how I mourn.

I decided to take the situation at hand and deal with it in a very specific way.  The way is simple.  I am right now, taking one thing at a time.  Contrary to what every book, magazine, article, guru, YouTube video and expert says, I am taking each piece of paper and dealing with it.  This means that I grab a piece of paper and I decide if it is trash, shred, recycle, or do something.  If the item requires an action, I go ahead and do it at that moment.  This will mean that it will take me longer to finish.  Right now, that is the best I can do because I don’t want to do anything else.  I want to deal with things once and then get them out of my life.

This is how I deal with my grief.  I understand that it is going to take me longer to do everything.  That is what I have to do and I am fine with that.

So how do you deal with grief?  Let us know in the comments section below.