And So It Was Football Season…

I am from Texas…  and you know what that means?  It means that I love football.  Yes, I realize that this is just a social stereotype and not everyone from Texas loves football.  But I would imagine that those that don’t, are in the minority.  I sit here tonight watching the University of Texas play the University of Southern California for the first time since 2006, when Vince Young and the Longhorns beat Reggie Bush and the Trojans 41-38 in the Rose Bowl to win the National Championship.  Today’s game is much more defense-heavy, with a score of 14-10 USC and 10 minutes to go in the fourth.  Ahh, football.

My first experience with football was in the mid 90’s when the Dallas Cowboys won a bunch of Super Bowls right in a row.  I was just a tween, but I knew who Troy Aikman, Michael Irvin, and Emmitt Smith were.  I knew that Jimmy Johnson was a coach sent from Heaven and that when he and Jerry Jones had their falling out, the whole state mourned.

I went to a very large high school in South Texas with a very large football budget.  We even had a very large marching band, which of course, I proudly marched in every Friday night.  And although I didn’t actually play football, and I didn’t really even know how the game was played, I was part of the football machine.  The stands were packed every weekend with thousands of football fans.  The boys wanted to be football players.  The girls wanted to be cheerleaders.  Those who were good enough to make the football team wore their game day jerseys in class on Fridays, as did the cheerleaders.  At a school with a strict dress code, I always thought it was ironic that they would allow cheerleaders to wear mini-skirts and bloomers to school all day.  The quarterback was revered and he and the head cheerleader were always voted Homecoming King and Queen.

I was part of the band, which was decidedly “less cool” than anything involving the football team or the cheerleaders.  But we had our own part.  Our marching band was GRAND.  Between the band and the color guard, there were at least 300 people on the field.  We learned elaborate steps, maneuvers, and formations.  We memorized music and marched for a solid 10 minutes during the halftime show, all while keeping our horns up, heads back, and toes high.  The color guard danced around twirling colorful flags as the band members snaked in and out of elaborate formations.  We practiced every day before school, after school, and for a solid two weeks every August.  By the time we actually marched the entire show on the field, we knew the steps, counts, and notes in our sleep.

After high school, I went to college at Texas Tech University, home of the Masked Rider, the Matador, and Raider Red.  College was a whole new football experience.  Instead of several thousand, there were 50,000 people in the stands every Saturday.  The campus was teeming with people all day leading up to game time and the student section was packed to the gills, no matter how bad the team was.  Actually, Tech never had a bad team, but their teams were never great either.  We had a few good wins though, occasionally defeating the likes of notorious rivals, the University of Texas and Texas A&M.

My first year at Tech, the quarterback was Kliff Kingsbury, and the team went 7-6.  Of course, the Big 12 powerhouse Oklahoma went 13-0 that season…  but like I said, Tech was generally middle of the road.  For those that follow college football, you might recognize that name – Kliff Kingsbury.  He is now the head coach at Texas Tech… and one of the most stylish football coaches in the NCAA.  Another notable player during that time was a receiver named Wes Welker.  Again, if you follow football, you’ll recognize that name.  I actually have a football with his signature on it (that’s a football nerd note, I get it).

The marching band at Tech was like the Weslaco Panther Corp on steroids.  It was bigger, louder, and even more grand, which was hard to believe considering the amount of discipline we had as a high school marching band.  The college experience gave me a whole new appreciation for the sport of football.  It is not just a game or a sport…  it is a following, a pasttime, and a way of life for those who play and for those who watch.  And frankly, I am pumped to be here for yet another football season.  I am now a Minnesota Vikings fan, being I live in Minnesota.  So I leave you with one word…  SKOL!

XOXO

Becca

Book Review: The Courage to Become

A friend of mine from high school, Catia Hernandez Holm, wrote a book.  I adore her for that.  She and I weren’t necessary good friends in school, but we knew each other.  We were in the marching band together, we played softball together, you get the idea.  Her book is called The Courage to Become:  Stories of Hope for Navigating Love, Marriage, and Motherhood.  I’ve seen her journey for several years through Facebook.  I have to admit that I have not paid close attention.  As most of us tend to do on Facebook, I noticed a picture or two from time to time, but never really took the time to NOTICE what she was doing.  I knew that she was a blogger and I knew that she was working on a book.  I knew that she was married and had two daughters, but not much else.

A few weeks ago, a post of hers caught my eye…  she had done it.  She had finished her book.  My interest was piqued, so I clicked on her link to check it out.  I knew going into it that I would read this book regardless, just because I respected her so much for actually writing it.  But the title struck me as interesting…  a book about courage.  As the Cowardly Lion put it, “What makes a king out of a slave?  Courage!”  And I knew that courage was something that I lacked in great measure.  Plus, who doesn’t want additional advice on how to navigate love, marriage and motherhood??  So, I went to the Amazon Kindle Store and clicked Buy Now With 1 Click.

Note, I am by no means a professional book reviewer.  So please don’t assume I do this type of thing regularly.  But I wanted to give you a real breakdown of what I thought of the book.  This book is a collection of stories that chronicle Catia’s life, starting from when she first met the man who would be her husband.  There are times throughout the book where she discusses her life prior to this, but this event, meeting her future husband, is when her real life work began.  She goes into detail about her thoughts about men during this time in her life and how those thoughts grew and changed as she got further into this relationship with her man…  she calls him Guapo, which I think is adorable.  That is the first part of the book, how she navigated falling into love with this man and how she tried to fit a serious relationship into her life.  It is telling and from the heart, which I greatly admire.  Although she and I are totally different people, I can relate to many  of the mental roadblocks that she had to overcome.

She talks about her marriage and how she had a serious issue with control…  as in, trying to control everything.  She wanted things to happen in a certain way, at a certain time, and everything to be perfect.  Well, of course, this is not always how it turned out, and the book speaks truthfully about the discoveries she made with each failed expectation.

Then she moves on to discuss their decision to conceive a child and how that impacted their relationship and her mental state.  At one point, she talks about taking multiple pregnancy tests over a three month period…  I can relate as I did the same thing when I was trying to conceive my daughter.  After they finally did conceive, she discusses, in candid detail, her pregnancy.  She includes the issues she had with sex, body image, and her quest for “perfection.”  She desired the perfect birthing situation and she set out to achieve a gold medal performance in the birthing Olympics.  Of course, as is always the case, birth did not go as “perfectly” as she planned.  But eventually, the realization came to her that birth is special and unique to each person and has no real definition of perfection.

She speaks in great detail about her mental struggles after the birth of her first daughter.  How she dealt with mild depression, reworking her life around a baby, and one of the most difficult struggles a woman can endure (aside from birth)…  breastfeeding.  I am not Catia Holm, but I can relate almost word for word with how she struggled to come to terms with her new role as a woman, a wife, and a mommy.

Finally, she discusses her struggles with her body…  an issue that I take to heart.  As many of my beloved blog followers know, I struggle with body image daily.  Here is an interesting note:  Catia has the perfect body.  In my opinion, anyway.  Now, I certainly haven’t spent my life thinking about her body, but, as many women do, we compare ourselves to other women.  She talks about how she compares herself to others and finds flaws of all kinds in her body.  What’s so funny is that I have done that same thing with her!  I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I read her words, but I recall seeing pictures of her and thinking things like, If only I looked like that in my wedding dress, or Look at how skinny she looks after just having a baby…  I want that. And it’s all so silly because SHE does the same thing!

Catia and I have almost nothing in common.  She is Hispanic, I am not.  She wears regular sized jeans, I wear plus sized jeans.  She has dark skin and an olive complexion, I have blotchy, white skin.  She is shorter than I am.  She is skinnier than I am.  But her story mirrors mine in so many ways, it is uncanny!  I couldn’t believe how much this girl, who I had known many years before, who I had literally almost nothing in common with, could be so on point with how I felt.  It is an awe-inspiring read and I highly recommend it.  Courage is something we all have, just like the Cowardly Lion… it just needs to be brought out.  I appreciate Catia’s courage to bear her soul more than she knows.  Thank you Catia for your words and inspiration!

XOXO,

Becca

 

How to Battle Your Inner Mean Girl

I watched a motivational Facebook Live today. It was Christy Grubbs, a Black Status Presenter with Younique. For those who do not know, Black Status is the cream of the crop in the world of Younique. She did a Facebook Live on a training page and the topic was her inner mean girl. Yes, like Regina George and Gretchen Weiners….  that type of mean girl.

This was the first time I had seen this particular gal speak, but I instantly liked her. Why? Because she did this Live video in a towel, with her hair wrapped up on top of her head, no makeup, and directly out of the shower. Plus, she is from Tennessee and has a great accent… I’m a sucker for a good southern accent. But the thing that intrigued me most about this particular training video was the idea of the inner mean girl. I had to know more.  

She started off by explaining why she was doing this Live video in her towel. Note, you could only really see her face, so she wasn’t showing it all off or anything, but you could definitely tell that she had just finished her shower. The reason, she said, for the spontaneous Facebook Live was that she got the best ideas while in the shower, and this one was so good, she just couldn’t wait a second longer than it took her to rinse off, wrap her hair in a towel, and grab her iPhone.  

Here is her idea:  Every women has an inner mean girl that mentally bullies them. If you do not think you have one, then maybe you just haven’t paid close enough attention. Just as the actual Mean Girls did from the movie (“On Wednesdays, we wear pink”), your inner mean girl likes to bully… specifically, she likes to bully you. This is a different concept for me. I tend to think of my little head voice as a man, or a toad, trying to spoil my perfectly good mood with jabs at my self esteem. But the thought of it being an alpha female, a mean girl, is intriguing.  

If you don’t know what I am talking about, try listening real close one day. It’s not actually an audible voice (no, I am not crazy, saying that the voices told me to do it), but more of a feeling of self doubt. The way Christy explaines it is to think of her as a scared girl, rather than a mean girl.  Whenever we get to a place in our lives where we have the possibility of failing at something, our mean girl starts to pipe up. She tells us that we aren’t good enough to do it. That we will never amount to what we need to amount to in order to accomplish our goals. She says that we are worthless and don’t deserve this type of recognition. But she doesn’t say these things because she is mean, she says them because she is scared.



If you stop and think about it, fear is at the root of all bullying. It is out of fear that children say hurtful things to other children. Fear of being different. Fear of being left out. Fear drives outrageous behavior and it’s no different in your mind. The closer you get to doing something great, the closer you are to possibly failing monumentally, and your mind has a survival mechanism for that… the inner mean girl. She puts you down until you decide that perhaps, she is right and it’s time to just give up.  

But here is the secret to battling her… you have to realize that she is not real! (There is no spoon!) She is a coping mechanism devised by your subconscious to protect you from failure. Not only is she not real, but she is WRONG. And that is how you battle her. When she starts to speak up, you tell her she is scared, and she is not real, and she is WRONG. Simple enough! Try it today and see what she thinks…  I’ll bet she thinks twice the next time she tries to bully you!


XOXO
Becca

Deep Fried

Today was the final day of our county fair and I have a mental hangover because of the food that I ate while at the fair. I know this is not something that is specific to me. Many women, I’d venture to say MOST women, are hard on themselves about food. Let’s face it ladies, we live in a society that values skinny and frowns upon not-skinny. This makes it difficult for us to separate how we really feel about food versus how we should feel about food. 

First, some explanation. I have an eating disorder. It sits in the back of my mind, like a toad, waiting for a moment of weakness so it can rear its ugly head. My mental state has improved leaps and bounds since I decided to get treatment for the disorder, but I still wage a mental battle with the toad every single day to determine who will control my mind… me or the toad. I have to admit that there are days when the disorder wins. Fortunately though, the days when the toad wins are getting fewer and farther between.  
Fair time is a time when the toad has an advantage. We all know the stigma that comes from the food at the fair. Everything is deep-fried, on a stick, and laden with fat and calories. But despite that fact, I must view fair food just as that… food that you eat at the fair, and nothing more. There are situations in life where it is okay to eat something out of the ordinary. Take camping, for example. When you go camping, you eat stuff like hotdogs and s’mores. There is no reason to beat yourself up for having a s’more while camping. Now, if you eat so many s’mores that you make yourself sick because as a rule, you restrict sweets to the point of deprivation, that is an issue. But eating a s’more or two while camping is okay. Really, it is. I’m not just making this stuff up. It is OKAY to eat a s’more or two while camping. This is not an easy concept to wrap my mind around, particularly after years of self-imposed mental abuse about eating.
The same concept goes for the county fair. At the fair, you eat things like deep fried oreos and cheese curds. And that is okay. But the toad has the advantage. I just have to recognize his advantage (yes, my eating disorder is a male and that is by choice) and counter-attack with a different strategy. This is what I mean when I say that I have to separate how I really feel about the food from how I think that I should feel. I should feel bad about eating fair food… but that’s not how I really feel. In reality, it’s okay to eat cheese curds at the fair. Even though the toad says that I have expanded four pant sizes, I have not, and my body continues to function with no issues (definitely not the case when I diet or restrict – a story for another time).  

So there you have it… my strategy to battle the toad during fair season. I must remember that how society dictates that I should feel about the food is not necessarily the right way to feel. It’s just fair food… and it’s perfectly okay to eat fair food when at the fair! Take that toad!

XOXO

Becca

Are We There Yet?

I took a long road trip with my children and my mother down to the airport in Minneapolis.  The goal of the trip was to drop off my mother, who was returning home to Texas, and to pick up my mother-in-law, who had been on a vacation with a friend.  We live about three hours from the airport… one way.  So it is quite the journey especially when you have two children in tow.  It got me wondering about how things have (or haven’t) changed since my childhood or since my parents’ childhood.

 

Obviously, the technology of traveling has improved immensely over the years.  My father tells stories about road trips with his parents during a time when it was unheard of to have air conditioning in the vehicle.  Note, they lived in South Texas, essentially a sweltering jungle, especially during the summer.  So, any road trip meant driving the entire way with the windows down.  Imagine that…  driving from South Texas to the southern rim of the Grand Canyon with the windows down and the wind howling!  But that was what they did back then.  It was normal.

 

His father chewed tobacco (also a normal occurrence back then) and would spit a wad of chewed tobacco out the window of his Buick.  My father, who had learned the hard way, would sit on the opposite side of the backseat to avoid getting hit with juicy tobacco chunks.  Another little tidbit from generations past.  

 

When I was a child, we did have air conditioning, but we did not have any sort of hand-held entertainment.  Well, that’s not entirely accurate.  When I was about 13, I got a Nintendo Gameboy…  capable of providing hours of uninterrupted ride-time enjoyment.  But prior to that, you were limited to crossword puzzles, teeny bopper magazines, and good, old fashioned books (you know, like with a cover and pages and stuff).  I remember sitting quietly, staring out the window, and sleeping occasionally while my mother listened to talk radio.  There was also no such thing as radio on demand, so she would have to plan ahead for a trip, obtaining a schedule of radio stations prior to the trip so she wouldn’t miss her favorite shows.

 

Today, I watch my children as they sit in the back of my car, a 2017 Hyundai Tucson, and I think about the entertainment they have at their disposal while we travel.  First, the vehicle is much safer than any vehicle has ever been.  I remember some of my parents’ vehicles didn’t even have seatbelts in the back…  geez, it’s amazing we made it out of those death traps alive.  Next, they have plenty of technology (cue I Love Technology from Napoleon Dynamite).  And we aren’t talking about primative, pea-soup colored video games…  I’m talking about tablets that have more computing power than the Apollo 11 command module. They essentially have access to anything they want:  movies, tv shows, games, apps, music, podcasts, ESPN radio.  You name it.  And speaking of ESPN Radio, I haven’t actually listened to a radio station in the morning since I got a vehicle with bluetooth capabilities and discovered the world of podcasts and radio on demand.

 

But, as much as times have changed, and as much portable entertainment as we now have, one thing about riding in the car for long hours remains constant:  it is boring.  You can throw all the devices and technology in the world at it and it’s still long and boring to ride in the car for hours at a time.  And here’s another thing that hasn’t changed:  children get bored easily.  They fight, and they whine, and the words, “Are we there yet?” inevitably come up.  Followed by the same knee-jerk reaction by the parent driving, “NOT YET!”  It’s funny how far we have come, yet how similar we are to those generations past, who drove with the windows down and also whined, “Are we there yet?”

 

XOXO

Becca

Fair, or not?

The county fair is going on right now and my son has chickens entered.  He is a clover bud, which, for those who don’t know, means a young 4-H person.  Given his bud status, he didn’t actually compete in the chicken show, but he got to bring his two laying hens to the fair and display them proudly.  The chicken judge made the rounds for all the little clover buds and felt of their chickens and asked them some questions before handing everyone a green participation ribbon.

It was actually very cute because he was so proud of his chickens and happy that the judge came through and gave him a chance to discuss the birds.  After the clover bud show, he handed me his little green participation ribbon and said,”I wanted a blue one.”

Following his show, we went to the show barn and watched the big kids’ chicken show.  There were market chickens, breeding chickens, and laying chickens.  All of the birds are judged by different criteria and we learned quite a bit of useful information about how the whole chicken judging process works.  Note, this was not something I was even remotely interested in prior to going to the fair that day.  But as we started to pay attention to the other birds and the competition itself, it actually became exciting!  Like really exciting…  I couldn’t believe it.

When I was young, I showed rabbits, sheep, and goats.  In fact, I don’t think they even had a chicken show at our county fair (lovingly called a livestock show in Texas).  So I knew nothing about these animals or how they might be judged.  But as we watched each class go through judging and a 1st place winner picked, I was hooked!  The show ended with the biggest buildup of all:  the grand champion judging.  Who would the judge choose?!  I tell you what, I haven’t been on the edge of my seat like that since the Cubs and the Indians Game 7 in last year’s World Series.

After the show was over, I thought about what Jack meant by saying he wanted a blue ribbon.  He knew that his show wasn’t really a competition and he knew that the green participation ribbon was not a symbol of a winning chicken.  Not that the participation ribbon is bad, it’s not. In fact, it’s a prize for even trying…  which is really a concept that needs to be taught to most of us, even the adult versions of us.  You’ll never know if you don’t try and if you don’t try, you won’t get anything.  Not even a participation ribbon.

My son is competitive (I wonder where he gets that from!?) and he knew that just participating wasn’t enough for him.  He wanted to WIN.  And I am one proud Mama knowing that he’s got that fire to compete.  Trust me when I tell you that we have our plan set for next year…  we’re going to have the best-prepared pen of chickens in the barn!  And just like in life, there will be no disappointment in a participation ribbon if we work hard and are proud of the product we put out there.


XOXO

Becca

Early to Rise

Here’s why I wake up early every morning, and why you should too!  

I get up at 5:30 am every weekday…  well, okay, my alarm goes off at 5:15 for the first time and how many times I snooze it varies, but generally it’s about 5:30 when I finally roll out of bed.  I love to get up early and here’s why:  the house is MINE.  Literally, I can do whatever I want (Yay!  Cheers!  Screams of excitement!)  I love my husband and children more than words, but it’s nice to just have some time to myself.  As women, we tend to neglect ourselves.  Taking time to ourselves is not high on our priority list…  but it should be!

This topic got me thinking about a phrase that’s thrown around this whole network marketing world:  Personal Development.  What the heck does that even mean??  Well, I’ll tell you what I’ve learned so far, I believe that personal development is your own.  You do with it what you want and make yourself what you want.  Perhaps personal development is 30 minutes in the bathtub at night, decompressing from the day (and hiding from your kids).  Perhaps it is reading motivational books, or the Bible, or watching YouTube videos about self improvement, or attending a Bible Study.  Whatever it is, it is yours.

For those who know me personally, you know that I stopped drinking almost three years ago, and that was when I started to wake up early.  I realized that the early morning was a time of pure solitude in my house of chaos and I had better take advantage. However, this did not occur to me when I first started doing it…  I mainly just wanted to watch ESPN and cruise Facebook uninterrupted.  But I realize now how important this time of day is for me.  It is the prime time for my personal development.

So what does that mean to me?  I think personal development improves my ability to believe…  in MYSELF.  I need to know that I am improving as a human being day by day.  Particularly with this new venture and the stigma that comes with a networking marketing business.  I have to get past the idea that Sales, as an industry, is a sleazy job, dominated by greasy-haired men and prostitutes.  Remember that scene in Pretty Woman where Stucky (who will always be George Costanza to me) asks Edward what industry his new lady friend works in, and Edward replies, “She’s in sales?”  Yeah, that’s the stigma I’m talking about.  But that doesn’t matter.  The whole point of the personal development is that I need to move past what others think of me and my endeavor and just do what I believe is the right thing to do.

The early morning hours, when the sun is just hugging the horizon, the coffee is fresh and hot, the children are nestled all snug in their beds, and it’s so quiet in the house that you can actually hear the birds waking and chirping outside…  THAT’S the best time of day.  And there is no better time to invest in yourself!

XOXO

Becca

Pink and Blue

Does anyone else get down in the dumps? I don’t know about you, but my life seems to function either at an extreme high or an extreme low. What’s interesting about this is how I allow the words and actions of others to affect my own ups and downs. This is human nature, I get that. But it is still really frustrating! I wish I could turn off that voice in my head that gets overly attached to the reactions that people have about what I do.  

I’m reminded of the eating disorder voice. The one that lives in my brain like a little toad. Who out there has ever gained 30 lbs in one day? I have. I have done it many times. I might leave the house feeling great, saying to myself,”Self, I look good!”  And something happens during the day… I eat my entire meal at lunch (you know, because that just is not acceptable) or have one too many cookies for my afternoon snack… and by the end of the day, I look in the mirror and see someone who weighs a good 30 lbs more than the one who looked back at me that morning. It’s this type of up and down that I’m talking about. Is that just a female thing? I mean, it doesn’t seem like men go around swinging on their emotions day to day… just a thought.

Take this last month for example. It felt like a roller coaster. One minute I was at the highest of high, and the next minute I was singin’ the blues. All because of this network marketing business. And the blues weren’t there because I was unsuccessful… I had a great month actually. I promoted to the next level of my company – Pink Status. I was actually able to recruit some people to join me (something I NEVER thought I would be able to do), and I fumbled my way through some parties, ultimately deciding to revamp my entire outlook on the whole network marketing “party.”  

I learned (through many, many, many Kara Lewis Newton YouTube trainings) that this business is not about the sell… it is NEVER about the sell. It is about expanding your network. And how do you do that? By taking care of the customer and by providing a valuable product.  The product is not the makeup.  It is the experience you provide your customer.  Once I made up my mind to offer an EXPERIENCE rather than a “party”, I was off to work. Literally, I worked all the time. I made video after video after video. I took selfie after selfie after selfie. I edited. I wrote verbiage for my posts. I put together a name and a theme for my virtual experience. And I was determined that if I didn’t get a single sale from this endeavor, I was damn sure going to expand my network by offering it.

The problem is, that people don’t necessarily want it… the experience, I mean. And that’s okay. That’s totally their prerogative to “not want” my product (not the makeup, the experience… everyone wants makeup, right?!). In fact, it is a stone cold fact that more people will NOT want it than will. And that’s okay. I know this in my head. But when I hear those “No’s” it punches me right in the heart. “But this is my baby!” I say to myself. “I’m offering you an experience! A learning experience that I put a ton of hours into preparing so that it would be upbeat and entertaining and provide something valuable to you!!” That’s what I want to scream. But not everyone wants it. And that’s okay.

When it all boils down to it, this is a basic lesson of human interaction that I have yet to learn. I’ve always lived life to please others as best I can. But that is just not the way life is meant to be. I am not supposed to liked by everyone. And that’s okay.  

So that is my little learning tidbit for the day: there will be ups, and there will be downs… And that’s okay. Success will not happen on its own and it will never get easier. But I am determined to find those people who DO want my experience. And by jove, I’m going to give them with the most well-prepared, entertaining, and valuable experience that I can provide !  And that’s okay too.
Xoxo,

Becca

Nowhere To Run To

Ahh!  I haven’t written in a long time and I was starting to get a little freaked out!  Actually, I’ve been busier than a one-armed paper hanger, as Truvy so eloquently put it in Steel Magnolias.  By the way, if you haven’t seen that movie, you haven’t lived…  in my humble opinion.

What have I been doing?  Oh the usual summer, family stuff like camping and road-tripping to exotic locations like South Dakota (that was a joke).  My car started to act up, so I bought a new one (isn’t that what most people do?)  And my little makeup business has been busy, busy, busy.  Well, I have been busy, busy, busy trying to make it a real makeup business and not just a pipe dream.  This past weekend’s camping was done at Itasca State Park, the home of the Mississippi Headwaters.  If you’re planning to visit Minnesota any time soon, I would suggest you add Itasca to your trip…  it is beautiful.  But back to the topic.  Something happened there that got me thinking about running.  Let me explain.

My mother in law is a wonderful woman, and she has a camper that she (well, my wonderful husband) pulls up to Itasca every year for a week.  My husband and I didn’t spend the entire week there, but we did spend all but three days “camping” in a camper the size of a small home.  It’s like that Jim Gaffigan joke where he says that bringing a camper camping is like going camping and saying, “I think I’ll bring my house with me.”  We were hardly roughin’ it.

On the last night of the trip, a thunderstorm blew through the area and knocked out all of the power at the park…  leaving us to actually “rough it” in our camper.  My personal reaction to this scenario surprised me some…  I became panicked and immediately wanted to pull up shop and get the heck outta Dodge.  Note, I do not consider myself to be high maintenance (except for the whole makeup thing), but this was one of the most high maintenance, knee-jerk reactions you could have.  Something’s wrong?  Let’s leave.

As the storm blew outside, my mind spun into a tizzy of thoughts about how terrible the night would be without electricity.  How would we use the bathroom?  What would we possibly do without the air conditioner?  What if we melted!?  How would I charge my cell phone!!?  Ahh!!!  And I noticed that the more I thought about all the bad things that could happen, the more I wanted to jump in my brand new car and hit the road.  Then I realized that this is my typical reaction to, well…  everything.  When the goin’ gets tough, I quit goin’.

I realized that this little makeup business is teaching me a lesson in how to interpret my gut reactions.  There are going to be tough days and there are going to be great days.  I just have to find the strength to make it through those tough days.  I basically have to change (there it is, the dreaded C word) my mindset and learn not to give up on something just because today was rough.  Because no matter how bad the downs are, the ups are so great, it makes it worth every down.

Like the roller coaster analogy.  I used to be petrified of roller coasters.  Once, when I was about 12 years old, I went to Six Flags Over Texas with some friends and we stood in line for two hours to ride The Rattler, a HUGE wooden roller coaster.  But by the time I got to the top, I was so terrified, that I had to use this thing called the Chicken Ramp to exit the line.  With my tail tucked between my legs, I sprinted down that ramp as fast as I could.  That was terribly embarrassing.  These days, however, I’m a little bit braver.  I can say now that I have actually ridden some roller coasters and I lived to tell the tale.  And that is a great feeling!

So today I will do my best to keep on plugging and put away my running shoes…  because the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow will be so worth it!

XOXO,

Becca

PS – We all survived the night camping just fine.  My phone did not die, the storm cooled everything down, and it was actually a pleasant evening, tucked away in our giant camper 😉

You’ve got me feeling emotions! Deeper than I ever dreamed of…

Cue the Mariah Carey, top-octave squeals.  Okay, maybe the 90’s song reference is a little bit dated, but I had a couple of things happen to me this week that got me thinking about emotions.  Excitement, in particular.  According to Wikipedia (the Goddess of all knowledge):  Emotion is any conscious experience characterized by intense mental activity and a high degree of pleasure or displeasure.

So is excitement really an emotion?  Aristotle called emotions Pathos, and said that awakening Pathos in an audience was one of the three artistic modes of persuasion.  If that is the case, then I suppose excitement would be considered an emotion.  That really is the best form of persuasion, isn’t it?  Generating excitement in people.

This past week, my little makeup business had some big developments.  And I am EXCITED.  First, I actually asked three people to host Facebook parties and they agreed!  Amazing right!?  Not really, but I am amazed that I have come to a point in my own self-confidence revolution where I can actually ask for something – a foreign concept to my old self.  I had to get myself set up to work three parties at the same time.  No small task considering I’ve only done one party…  ever.  But so far, I’ve been handling it, and it has actually been really fun, and… exciting!

Then, I had my first sponsorship – meaning, someone signed up to sell makeup with me!  Yay (happy dance!)  This is big, because if I am to reach my next business goal, I need to get more people on my team.  Even though I am the #bossbabe, I am not alone in this business and I need other people to help me reach my goals, just like other people need me.  But frankly, I am more (here it is again) EXCITED than ever because now I have a partner, and that feels great!

And then!  Younique Corporate announced the launch of TWO new lash products.  OMG.  Count them, TWO.  One is a lash boosting serum and the other is a single application mascara.  Holy smokes, I got excited about that.  They were announced on Wednesday and I literally could not contain myself.  I had to tell all my beautiful co-workers about this amazing news.  Of course, they were not nearly as excited as I was, but that’s okay.  To each his own.  I took a step back that afternoon and inventoried how I was feeling.  My heart was racing, my mind was racing, even my words were racing as I told people about the new products.  I would say that I definitely had a “conscious experience characterized by intense mental activity and a high degree of pleasure.”

That is what my little makeup business did for me – it gave me the kind of “jump out of your chair, shout it from the rooftops” excitement that I have rarely experienced before.  My Pathos were on overload and THAT was an incredible feeling!   (Now I have that damn Mariah Carey song in my head… Whoa, Whoa, YOU’VE got me feeling emotions!)

XOXO,

Becca